Endless Lights (instrumental)

Sun barely rising above the horizon 
Little one, little one, bitter wind blown 

Flowers are withering, naked bark brittle oh, 
Little one, little one, bitter wind blown 

Good folk are gonna die, sun-god ain’t shedding tears 
Little one, little one, bitter wind blown 

I just stare at the sky, digging the graves each year 
Little one, little one, bitter wind blown 

Sun, sailing away. 
I don’t know where. I don’t know why. 

Oh…. sky. Darkening grey, 
Wishing there weren't so many goodbyes... 

...little one, little one why... 

Maybe if we looked a while and found a stone, 
Little one, little one, bitter wind blown 

Dragged it a hun-der-red miles and got it got it home, 
Little one, little one, bitter wind blown 

(We could) dig us a henge, raise those bluestones up high, 
Little one, little one, bitter wind blowin. 

(And in) two hundred years we could look at the sky, oh, 
Little one, little one, bitter wind blown 

Our children would know just when winter would come, oh 
Little one, little one, bitter wind blown 

Looking and laboring, doing what must be done 
Little one, little one, bitter wind blown 

Sun, sailing away. 
I don’t know where. I don’t know why. 
Sky. Darkening grey, 
Wishing there weren't so many goodbyes

And maybe some good folk are still gonna die
Little one, little one bitter wind blown
Their mothers shake helpless with rage and denial
Little one, little one bitter wind blown

But maybe it might be less deep of a sorrow
Little one, little one bitter wind blown
Not Quite so many graves dug up tomorrow
Little one little one bitter wind blown

Bitter Wind March

Raymond Arnold

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