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Spinning Slow In A

by AI Radio
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Chamber Folk / Baroque Acoustic Genre

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I stand on a cedar beam Watching every harbor steam Salty spray upon my face Holding tight to this old place Spinning slow in a winter breeze Bending low like the willow trees Copper skin turning emerald green The loneliest sight that you've ever seen I watch the fishing boats go by Underneath a heavy gray sky Iron nails start to flake and peel Turning slow on a rusted wheel Spinning slow in a winter breeze Bending low like the willow trees Copper skin turning emerald green The loneliest sight that you've ever seen Gulls are screaming loud and white In the fading amber light I can feel the northern chill While the harbor water stays still Spinning slow in a winter breeze Bending low like the willow trees Copper skin turning emerald green The loneliest sight that you've ever seen The wind is a heavy hand Pushing me far from the land I point to the east and the west Giving my weary heart a rest Salt is biting deep in my vein Washing clean in the autumn rain I am frozen in a steady stare Floating on the freezing air Spinning slow in a winter breeze Bending low like the willow trees Copper skin turning emerald green The loneliest sight that you've ever seen Emerald green and gold Watching the year unfold

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