Northern Winds

Oh the night treats
And the devil down is sound asleep
A million tiny moths float flutter and fall
And headlights fall along the dogs dark gums
And way down in the valley
The trees, they creak and groan
And whisper with the northern winds
So go on home now, go on home
Oh where is my little swallow
I have no golden armour to share
You may pluck out my blue eyes
Tear out my tongue, tear out my tongue
Well I’ve seen this sky before
And I’ve sang this sorry song one too many times
Oh where is my little swallow
I have no golden armour to share
You may pluck out my blue eyes
Tear out my tongue, tear out my tongue
Well I’ve seen this sky before
And I’ve sang this sorry song one too many times
Oh where is my little swallow
I have no golden armour to share