Sorry for the super quiet vocals. Still, some people seem to like this song.
Nothing happened before these low quality recordings were made with a bad mic on a computer with no knowledge of how to make good recordings.
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Lyrics
Those white horses are pulling me down the road,
And you're weeping as they go,
Oh, But I need you to recall that the crooning cries sound
Just like our newborn babe's, meeting our giggles coming from down the hall
And I'm inclined to suspect that the sky will let you know
With a rain, or with a snow,
That I'm in the water, you'll stir me into your tea,
And you will bathe with me in the sea.
And you'll know that you don't need to keep my grave clean,
It's better that you let it grow, and I'll be the scent of the rose
And don't let my ashes fly to the wind, oh,
It's better that you sing my song as you are walking home.
Just let it grow,
It's better that you sing my song as you are walking home.
