Letra de White's Ferry (Live in Australia)
Only the dirt I do believe As memory vanishes among the leavesWizard of tickets is always glad to charge a pilgrim's fare Jubilee's generally early. Let's take the country air Mistreating granite, limestone, and clay. It's a shameful soil But all grows well on the floodplain tract if you can afford the toilCradled in ivy, we will allow The moss to prosper upon our browsBoxer rebellion, the Holy Child. They all pay their rent But none together can testify to the rhythm of a road well bent Saddles and zip codes, passports and gates, the Jones' keep In August the water is trickling, in April it's furious deepWizard of tickets is always glad to charge a pilgrim's fare Jubilee's generally early. Let's take the country air Mistreating granite, limestone, and clay. It's a shameful soil But all grows well on the floodplain tract if you can afford the toilOnly the dirt I do believe Divinity vanishes among the leaves