Gillian Welch - White Feather Lyrics
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White Feather
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What Are The Lyrics For White Feather By Gillian Welch?
In a field in Ohio I change into a scarecrow's clothes
To learn some of the secret songs he knows I ran through the day and into the night To be the one doin' the frightenin', it's freein', I suppose Could be learned behavior To fold and call it failure 'Cause you're terrified of showin' your hand I think you feel safer Mumblin' your prayers To a God you don't understand You don't understand You don't understand In a pool of water, I saw my reflection sink low And a vision of our future rose We're drownin' in diamonds borrowed and charged And hope with no compass, your sky with no stars It could be learned behavior To fold and call it failure 'Cause you're terrified of showin' your hand I think you feel safer Mumblin' your prayers To a God you don't understand You don't understand You don't understand Jesus can't stop laughin' If he could he'd just start cryin' Sings "you hear me? I know you can" It's easy to be quiet And easy to be silent When you're 'fraid of what you don't understand What you don't understand What you don't understand I sat back in the grass inside a galaxy of gnats And I let the bats in my brain loose I could see clearly a raven landin' near me Wavin' a white feather, callin' for a truce |
Who Wrote White Feather By Gillian Welch?
Amanda Shires
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What's The Duration Of The White Feather By Gillian Welch?The duration of White Feather is 3:34 minutes and seconds. |
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