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At The Turning Of The Sails (feat. Marjo)
by 13 Million Tins
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Every windmill has a history
Dutchmen keep your craft a mystery
Cruel fate did this to me
At the turning of the sails
At the turning of the sails
They'll hammer in the nails
They'll hammer in the nails
At the turning of the sails
Futile ambition
Presumed in the womb
Amounts to nothing
But an open wound
As the sun burns seedlings
On a hot humid day
A tiresome lethargy
Would come his way
Sidestepping sinkholes
And wild herbivores
He walked the peat bogs
Of Saddleworth moors
Looked for inspiration
A way into her heart
While the world went unnoticed
His fell apart
Every windmill has a history
Dutchmen keep your craft a mystery
Cruel fate did this to me
At the turning of the sails
At the turning of the sails
They'll hammer in the nails
They'll hammer in the nails
At the turning of the sails
With conceits and minds
Implacably set
They danced in the cornfield
The day that she left
But the thought of her
Perfect and pristine
Ghosted his days
And haunted his dreams
Soon she'd understand
The price of regret
That you keep on paying
The older you get
A windmill with sails
Sees another sunset
So dance to your fate
Little marionette
Nothing is habitual
We are all individuals
Put aside your books and rituals
At the turning of the sails
At the turning of the sails
Sometimes with Beverley
Or stumbling from Grace
He found no remedies
Or potions to take
Mockingbirds calling
Shorn of hope again
Uncle Bill's letter
Encompassed his pain
Not till fireweed
Enswathes the slag heap
That once was Kew
Shall you be Jack
And she be Jill
With deepest sympathy
Uncle Bill
At the turning of the sails
At the turning of the sails
They'll hammer in the nails
At the turning of the sails
At the turning of the sails
At the turning of the sails
They'll hammer in the nails
At the turning of the sails
At the turning of the sails
At the turning of the sails
They'll hammer in the nails
At the turning of the sails
Bij het draaien de wieken
Bij het draaien de wieken
Bij het draaien de wieken
Bij het draaien de wieken
Wieken wieken wieken
With deepest sympathy
Uncle Bill
Every windmill has a history
Dutchmen keep your craft a mystery
Cruel fate did this to me
At the turning of the sails
At the turning of the sails
They'll hammer in the nails
They'll hammer in the nails
At the turning of the sails
Futile ambition
Presumed in the womb
Amounts to nothing
But an open wound
As the sun burns seedlings
On a hot humid day
A tiresome lethargy
Would come his way
Sidestepping sinkholes
And wild herbivores
He walked the peat bogs
Of Saddleworth moors
Looked for inspiration
A way into her heart
While the world went unnoticed
His fell apart
Every windmill has a history
Dutchmen keep your craft a mystery
Cruel fate did this to me
At the turning of the sails
At the turning of the sails
They'll hammer in the nails
They'll hammer in the nails
At the turning of the sails
With conceits and minds
Implacably set
They danced in the cornfield
The day that she left
But the thought of her
Perfect and pristine
Ghosted his days
And haunted his dreams
Soon she'd understand
The price of regret
That you keep on paying
The older you get
A windmill with sails
Sees another sunset
So dance to your fate
Little marionette
Nothing is habitual
We are all individuals
Put aside your books and rituals
At the turning of the sails
At the turning of the sails
Sometimes with Beverley
Or stumbling from Grace
He found no remedies
Or potions to take
Mockingbirds calling
Shorn of hope again
Uncle Bill's letter
Encompassed his pain
Not till fireweed
Enswathes the slag heap
That once was Kew
Shall you be Jack
And she be Jill
With deepest sympathy
Uncle Bill
At the turning of the sails
At the turning of the sails
They'll hammer in the nails
At the turning of the sails
At the turning of the sails
At the turning of the sails
They'll hammer in the nails
At the turning of the sails
At the turning of the sails
At the turning of the sails
They'll hammer in the nails
At the turning of the sails
Bij het draaien de wieken
Bij het draaien de wieken
Bij het draaien de wieken
Bij het draaien de wieken
Wieken wieken wieken
With deepest sympathy
Uncle Bill