Often now my life is clouded
I am like a bewildered child
Oh my wailing like the woebird
My thoughts are no whiter than charcoal
My thoughts are like withered grass
As I wander through the meadows
And push through the tangled brush
I am lost
I am lost
Ah my mind is black as pinetar
My thoughts are no whiter than charcoal
1 | If I Knew |
2 | O My Body |
3 | Swimming On The Surface |
4 | In The Blue Woodland |
5 | Soul Bird |
6 | Give Us Room To Roar |