Hawksley Workman - Alone Here (Ballad Of Bunches Of Things) lyrics

Oh A sedge or siege of cranes Risk their hearts to love again Oh A float of crocodiles Tears that wash away your smile And I say That I'm alone here With the sound of Conversations neatly placed in tired mouths Oh To be a murderer of crows Hide the blood stains in the snow Oh Lamentation gentle swans The night will cry for you at dawn Oh And drove a flock of sheep To where the secrets hardly keep Oh A barren span of mules Trade their hands for broken tools Oh unkindness ravens sing Whose sorrow songs will bring