Tiny little song of loss
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Story behind the song
one of the first songs ever written
Lyrics
a grapevine climbs up the tree
says "when will i be free?"
The seeds are sewn, and so are we
realize we can't un-seam
I'm on the ground
you have your wings
I'm bathing in the water
til i'm close to clean
Overhead, I hear you sing
Darling, you'll never be over me
Our innocence, they did not stay
drifts further everyday
the wrinkles on the back of your hand
will never, ever fade away
I'm on the ground
you have your wings
I'm bathing in the water
til i'm close to clean
Overhead, I hear you sing
Darling, you'll never be over me