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coyote sing along hour
so you run and you run to catch up to the sun but it's sinking
and racing around to come up behind you again
the sun is the same, in a relative way, but you're older
and shorter of breath and one day closer to death
ev'ry year is getting shorter
never seem to find the time
plans that either come to naught
or half a page of scribbled lines
hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way;
the time is gone, the song is over,
I thought I'd so much more to say.
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
when I come home cold and tired
I like to rest my bones besides the fire
far away, across the fields
the tolling of the iron bells
calls the faithful to their knees
to hear the softly spoken magic spells.
re: coyote sing along hour
@Leucrotta hey, it's one we actually know!