Lyrics:
Villanelle
Villanelle
Villanelle
Villanelle
I hear the whistling song I'm told to embody
I know they're singing it wrong
It's a carbon copy
Too late
So many things I think about
When I look far away
Things I know, things I wonder
Things I'd like to say
The more we think we know about
It's just a northern industrial town
The front doors of the houses open into the street
There's no room for front gardens
Just a two-up, two-down
So many things I think about
When I look far away
Things I know, things I wonder
Things I'd like to say
The more we think we know about
a stuggle keepin' sight of who you are
Oh and these northern nights are dreary
And my southern heart is weary
I wonder how the old folks are back home
just keepin' sight of who you are
Oh and these northern nights are dreary
And my southern heart is weary
As I wonder how the old folks are back home
Far above the highest heavens
On a throne of crystal light
Dwells the God of all creation
Rays of wonder crown His might
Human voices blend with
hasn't swung back in
It's a champagne year full of sober months
Through my maudlin days, through my dry moments
I saw the northern, Northern Lights
sight of who you are
Oh and these northern nights are dreary
And my southern heart is weary
As I wonder how the old folks are back home
But I know that
can't tell them nothing
And I tell you right now girls
May just be seven wonders of this big, whole round world
But how 'bout them cowgirls
She's riding
Floating like a dream cloud above the lake
Drifting in and out of sight
Forty miles above us
Watching the Northern Lights
[Repeat: x3]
You can trace the mystery of ancient history
Through art of artists and their models
You can comb through the Rome coliseum
And the rear
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
pull up to his mansion alone
And don't come in with all that gun play
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
And I know, yes I know
He was a man of miracles
Riding golden meteorites
Ruler of distant galaxies
Born of the northern lights
Of the northern lights
northern lights dancing in the sky
Highland high northern lights dancing in the sky
Highland high northern lights dancing in the sky
Highland high northern
Do do do do do Villanelle
Do do do do do Villanelle
Oh oh oh oh Villanelle
I'll let you play me, baby
Just to get close to you
I'll let you sway me,
Lost freckle of chaos and order
Refraction of wonders
Of a time it soars
Ambition, Devotion
Grand mirror of souls emotion
Lost frequence reflected
yourself an artist
I felt kind of jealous of you
I wasn't the smartest
Look at you now, scribbling verse
Like Mary Oliver
Writing odes on seashells
there
I'm becoming old enough to wonder
Happy that I'm still too young to care
Masterpieces crumble, empires tumble down
Refugees and fantasies go
Sit awhile staring at the ocean
Riding high the boats flying motion
Just a smile, tears and emotion
Storm rise on the northern skyline
Shadows
off that canyon wall
As sure as there're lava rocks at volcano
As sure as the northern lights will glow
You may wonder 'bout the seven wonders
But
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