A long way from home, I dug a hole in the Oregon mountains
Drowned, down, down, the river fountains
Found a hood of cedar and pine
Rumble, rumble, rumble of dormant bellies and summer hail
I heard a cry, I heard a cry, down our family lines
Grandma's smoking lungs are burning me
A rare and fragile son
Kneeling to the sound of Holly's songs
And turning key to a thought we thought we lost
Stone and tree
Sagebrush fire through an open window
Feared we'd lost, we lost control of our bodies' orbits
Suck in gentle mood of old oak and novels
Broke his wrist, he yelled so loud he couldn't take it
I heard a cry, I heard a cry, down our family lines
Grandma's smoking lungs are burning me
A rare and fragile son
Kneeling to the sound of Holly's songs
And turning key to a thought we thought we lost
And my selfish, infant tongue is begging here
For a mountain of your love
Cradle me in a time-worn braided cloth
And let me sleep in a moment of your thoughts
Stone and tree
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A long way from home, I dug a hole in the Oregon mountains
Drowned, down, down, the river fountains
Found a hood of cedar and pine
Rumble, rumble, rumble of dormant bellies and summer hail
I heard a cry, I heard a cry, down our family lines
Grandma's smoking lungs are burning me
A rare and fragile son
Kneeling to the sound of Holly's songs
And turning key to a thought we thought we lost
Stone and tree
Sagebrush fire through an open window
Feared we'd lost, we lost control of our bodies' orbits
Suck in gentle mood of old oak and novels
Broke his wrist, he yelled so loud he couldn't take it
I heard a cry, I heard a cry, down our family lines
Grandma's smoking lungs are burning me
A rare and fragile son
Kneeling to the sound of Holly's songs
And turning key to a thought we thought we lost
And my selfish, infant tongue is begging here
For a mountain of your love
Cradle me in a time-worn braided cloth
And let me sleep in a moment of your thoughts
Stone and tree
Drowned, down, down, the river fountains
Found a hood of cedar and pine
Rumble, rumble, rumble of dormant bellies and summer hail
I heard a cry, I heard a cry, down our family lines
Grandma's smoking lungs are burning me
A rare and fragile son
Kneeling to the sound of Holly's songs
And turning key to a thought we thought we lost
Stone and tree
Sagebrush fire through an open window
Feared we'd lost, we lost control of our bodies' orbits
Suck in gentle mood of old oak and novels
Broke his wrist, he yelled so loud he couldn't take it
I heard a cry, I heard a cry, down our family lines
Grandma's smoking lungs are burning me
A rare and fragile son
Kneeling to the sound of Holly's songs
And turning key to a thought we thought we lost
And my selfish, infant tongue is begging here
For a mountain of your love
Cradle me in a time-worn braided cloth
And let me sleep in a moment of your thoughts
Stone and tree
Writer: Eric Susak
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid