o que ando a ouvir #2

Que voz, que melodia... Que amor, que alma, que sentimento brota desta canção!
Para sonhar, no mínimo, viajar...

Oh I've been knocking on that door in my sleep 
Fight my fireplace glow 
I've been knocking on that door in my sleep 
Fight my fireplace glow to keep me away, 
To keep me away from home 

Papa get The Rifle from its place above the french doors 
They're coming from the woods! 
Oh they're coming from the woods! 

And mama you're running too 
Oh my mama you're running too 
Mama you're running too 
Oh my mama you're running too 

Brother I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn 
And I've been holding onto the gold 
When lettin' go would free my hands 
And I've been tying your tongue in a knot 
Oh I've been tying your tongue in a knot 
To wrap this death, to wrap this death in a sheet 

And Papa get The Rifle from its place above the french doors 
They're coming from the woods! 
Oh they're coming from the woods! 

And mama you're running too 
Oh, my mama you're running too 
Mama you're running too 
Oh, my mama you're running too 

Brother I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn 
And I can't have those dirty pads down that carpet anymore 
No, no I can't have the dirty pads down that carpet anymore 
There were too many heavy boots 
There were too many heavy boots 
There were too many heavy boots 
And there were too many big black boots 
And there were too many little brown shoes marching through 

So I'm countin' it to the sky 
Oh I'm countin' it to the sky 
I'm countin' it to the sky 
Oh I'm countin' it to the sky 
And moving back 
Oh I'm moving back to 
Face the lack of home