Tors-Cape Sleep

[ti:Tors]
[ar:Kim Janssen]
[al:Ancient Crime]
[by:]
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[00:00.00]Tors - Cape Sleep/Kim Janssen
[00:17.96]Norfolk has sunk away frostrow and leigh
[00:24.44]Byram gleam through the trees a current moving across the ridge
[00:34.23]And under my feet through my cuffs and my sleeves
[00:41.26]It flickers in the evening breeze
[00:45.49]And the clouds blowing in from the east
[00:50.60]There's a storm in the hall
[00:54.01]White and green
[00:57.30]A blazing whirl
[01:00.27]My head and my knees
[01:03.85]I swing and I roll
[01:07.24]Like a wave of the sea
[01:26.99]Away on the tors tent lace and the ropes
[01:33.36]The goyals steep as my spine in the cold
[01:39.80]From the whitburn cliff
[01:43.06]When I fall to the carpet slowly with the rime and ice
[01:51.54]And needles from the pine trees
[01:56.42]The coast might as soon
[01:59.88]Coral and silt bright
[02:02.89]Been some far off moon
[02:05.95]Through the snow cold and wild
[02:09.90]Birch trees in the mist
[02:13.01]Rise in the night
[02:16.96]Ooh might as soon from here to the moon
[02:24.28]Like an icy tide I'm moved in the room
[02:30.83]And the light from a train sweeps in
[02:37.46]And is lost like a lantern to the western shores
[02:44.08]Mmmmm uuuu uuuu
[02:57.36]Uuuuu uuuuu uuuuuu
[03:15.55]Uuuuu uuuuu uuuuuu