Dandelion - Black Country Communion

As I rise from golden slumbers

To my own mortality

And I want to take you with me

To my lone tranquility

Then you vanish right before me

And the room smells like a flower

In the palace of the kings

Yet the fruit is sometimes sour

My dandelion

My liberty

My dandelion

Your devotee

My dandelion

This alchemy

My dandelion

As I stumble to the parlor

I am filled with no regret

And I am but a troubadour

I am the last prophet

This house was once a vacancy

Now gold has turned to rust

But life is just a lesson

And full of wanderlust

My dandelion

My liberty

My dandelion

Your devotee

My dandelion

This alchemy

My dandelion

And I take

Dandelion

This is my inquisition

Got me spun up on the wire

And I make

Dandelion

I have come to my decision

Gonna walk into the fire

I hear the blackbird sing, it’s everything

I hear the blackbird sing, it’s what you bring

And I take

Dandelion

This is my inquisition

Got me spun up on the wire

And I make

Dandelion

I have come to my decision

Gonna walk into the fire

And I take

Dandelion

This is my inquisition

Got me spun up on the wire

And I make

Dandelion

I have come to my decision

Gonna walk into the fire

I hear the blackbird sing, it’s everything

I hear the blackbird sing, it’s what you bring

Dandelion