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Saw this song off of House. Fantastic!!!!! BTW If you like this song from House, then you chould check out my page where I will be putting up the other song from the same episode.

And here are the lyrics:

There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms

There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she’s chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves

There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children ’till she let’s them go at last
And she’s chosen where to be, though she’s lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds

There are things we can’t recall, blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling ’round the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I’d never learned

There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she’ll sit and think of me
But she’ll mend his tattered clothes and they’ll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone

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Iron & Wine at the Green Man Festival 17.08.2008

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papa died smiling, wide as the ring of a bell
gone all star white, small as a wish in a well
and sodom, south georgia woke like a tree full of bees
buried in christmas bows and a blanket of weeds

papa died sunday and i understood
all dead white boys say god is good
white tongues hang out, god is good

papa died while my girl lady edith was born
both heads fell like eyes on a crack in the door
and sodom, south georgia slept on an acre of bones
slept through christmas, slept like a bucket of snow

papa died sunday and i understood
all dead white boys say god is good
white tongues hang out, god is good

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Made as a joke for the WKU film festival. Not meant to be serious at all. Last year at the WKU film festival all the videos that won had a girl singing on a playground and at the end, her soilder boyfriend returns home.

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music video made with footage shot on our way to see Björk in Chicago

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A wonderfully beautiful song that means so much to me.

Lyrics:
Mother don’t worry, I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed
Mother don’t worry, I’ve got some money I saved for the weekend
Mother remember being so stern with that girl who was with me?
Mother remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body?

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying upward over the mountain

Mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison
Mother I lost it, all of the fear of the Lord I was given
Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to
Mother forgive me, I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons could be birds, taken broken up to the mountain

Mother don’t worry, I’ve got a coat and some friends on the corner
Mother don’t worry, she’s got a garden we’re planting together
Mother remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry?
Blood on the floor, fleas on their paws,
And you cried ’til the morning

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying always over the mountain

(Picture drawn by me, hope you like it.)

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Song – Resurrection Fern by Iron and Wine.
Photos – My own.

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Fairly obvious I would think. (Audio Only)

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Iron and Wine Music Video

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iron and Wine – Such Great Heights

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