To the north
Matthew and the atlas
He took that family to the fog
By Steeler’s cove
Cold hands, not much to say anymore
Doesn’t take too long!
By Steeler’s cove
Cold hands, not much to say anymore
Doesn’t take too long!
He lived in solitude to the north
Where wild flower burn
Black fall would weigh like lead
Til the chain set in his hand
Morning would come
And he would be back home
He’d taken his time
And taught them all he’d known
He left on the farm
He left them on their own
Promises burned
He burned them there alone!
Promises burned alone!
He’d move from town to town
With a love untouched
In God he did trust, adored him
He’d done what he’d want
Morning would come
And he would be back home
He’d taken his time
And taught them all he’d known
Left on the farm
He left them on their own
Promises burned
He burned them there alone!
Promises burned
He burned them there alone!
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