Song parody of
The Things We Saw
by Peace
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Now that the quiet has come
Twilight descending
Not mended, but mending
Snow in the air blows
Hard was december
Still, hard to remember
Where have the sparrows all flown
Meadows stand fallow
Still waters run shallow
Breathing the air in
Aching, unspoken
Just breaking, not broken
Where do the chilling winds go
Grateful and shaken
What's given, what's taken
Now that the days
Have a little moved on
Into this river of us
Over the hills we cried
Over the mother and child goodbyes
Sisters and brothers
And plum colored skies
Holding each other
With tears in our eyes
And a silver moon comes into view
With you
Now that the demons have run
Into the morning
Your smile adorning
Now that are the days
Are a promise we fold
Into this river of us
Over the hills we cried
Over the stories of daughters and sons
Pictures of heroes and new lives begun
Joy to the lovers who follow the sun
And the morning star comes into view
With you
Now that the quiet has come
Twilight descending
Not mended, but mending
Snow in the air blows
Hard was december
Still, hard to remember
Where have the sparrows all flown
Meadows stand fallow
Still waters run shallow
Breathing the air in
Aching, unspoken
Just breaking, not broken
Where do the chilling winds go
Grateful and shaken
What's given, what's taken
Now that the days
Have a little moved on
Into this river of us
Over the hills we cried
Over the mother and child goodbyes
Sisters and brothers
And plum colored skies
Holding each other
With tears in our eyes
And a silver moon comes into view
With you
Now that the demons have run
Into the morning
Your smile adorning
Now that are the days
Are a promise we fold
Into this river of us
Over the hills we cried
Over the stories of daughters and sons
Pictures of heroes and new lives begun
Joy to the lovers who follow the sun
And the morning star comes into view
With you
