Jora_Pa_Qalam_Ye_Ta_)

Ghani_Khan_Aw_Sardar_Ali_Takkar_-_A_da_Lewanyano_Neeka.

Dase_yaw_insan_dy_had_dy_

Pashto New Tappy  Sitara Younas

Mazy La Zee

An old song remastered. 



Swing high swing low the heather hums
Where the wild winds dance and the river runs
A song in the stones a whisper so old
I hear it call in the evening's gold

Swing high swing low let the breeze let go
Carry my heart to the glen I know
Where the hills stand tall and the streams run slow
Swing high swing low let the love still grow

The skies wear gray like a woven shawl
The lark takes flight as the shadows fall
Your voice it lingers like a tune untamed
Carved in my soul like the cliffs unnamed

Oh the stars they blink in the loch so deep
Secrets they hold in their ancient keep
If I were the wind I’d find your side
And sing you this song on the morning tide

Swing high swing low let the breeze let go
Carry my heart to the glen I know
Where the hills stand tall and the streams run slow
Swing high swing low let the love still grow

Carry my Heart .mp3

The Drowning Hour is a raw, acoustic journey through a severe depressive episode and the slow, fragile rise that follows. Across fifteen intimate songs, a single close-mic’d tenor voice carries you from detaching and drowning to noticing the first crack of light and finally breathing again.

Pa ranra bande mayan ym _ ghani khan poetry

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