| Iron & Wine – Wolves (Song of the Shepherd's Dog) Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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Read it like a church Hymn. (Line 1 Verse 1, Line 1 Verse 2, etc.) It translates to: Wolves by the road Wolves in the middle of town Wolves at the end of the bed And a bike wheel spinning on a pawn shop wall And the chapel bell ringing through the wind-blown trees And a postcard hidden in her winter clothes She leaned on her colored hair To wave to the butcher’s boy She beat in the back of a truck Like a butterfly wing in a summer rainfall With the parking lot music everybody believes To the trailers when we trying to find the bullet hole And the roll on the kitchen floor And then out like a dying bird And then run down the canopy rows Some fucker with a pocketful of foreign change In the corner of the penny arcade Some mother and a baby with a cross to nail Song of the shepherd’s dog (x 3) A pitch in the dark in the ear of the lamb Waiting around the jack call of the rooster Little brown flea in the bottle of oil Who was going to try to run away On the rooftop waiting for day For your woolly wild hair Whoever got that brave? And ain’t nobody’s going to say You'll never get him out of there Some of it goes together.. Strange. |
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