A wailing wall
A call to all
To cease the fight
The fierce respite
The land is there
Its arid air
Across the sea
So near to me
And so you know
No life can grow
In face of war
And what's in store
And all the roads
Their dusty loads
With weary bone
Toward holy stone
So many there
In lack of fare
The youngest fall
In eyeless pall
The rage of man
His shadowed hand
May strike the blow
To lay him low
A call to all
To cease the fight
The fierce respite
The land is there
Its arid air
Across the sea
So near to me
And so you know
No life can grow
In face of war
And what's in store
And all the roads
Their dusty loads
With weary bone
Toward holy stone
So many there
In lack of fare
The youngest fall
In eyeless pall
The rage of man
His shadowed hand
May strike the blow
To lay him low
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2019/4/14 - 14:23
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Parole e musica di Shawn Phillips
Nell'album intitolato "Rumplestiltskin’s Resolve"
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