A Month Of Mornings

Oh, rolling river

Go greet the seas across the ink black night

Oh, rolling river

This day the skyline been my guiding light

Oh, rolling river

I haul this hunted brow across the tides

The prayers that delivering

I'll cut my teeth upon the Dresden ice

Where blue skies climb

And grabbing hands don't reach for mine

Where the living heart

I have found no favor with the stars

Oh, rolling river

I landed blows that have nearly taken life

The fake in gods sliver

The word dried up but then I learned my mind

And as a child

I watched the noble hearts turn wild

Where the living heart

I have found no favor with the stars

Beneath the burning shoreline

A month of mornings rain

Oh, rolling river keep rolling

On and and we remain

Oh, rolling river

Go greet the seas across the ink black night

Oh, rolling river

Go greet the seas across the ink black night

Oh, rolling river