Walk the Furrows - Bowerbirds

Where’s that horse you rode in on?

Where’s that fair-faced young man?

You carried their dead weight and let it fall by the wayside

And buried those years one dark evening

Now in a land without leaders

I listen close to the?

?

And keep my heart with yours

And yes, we know there’re others

And yes, we feel the ground shifting below us

Keep, keep the secret

Walk the furrows

Mend the fences

Plum, plum and level

Go inside

Stow the shovel

Keep, keep the secret

Walk the furrows

Mend the fences

Plum, plum and level

Go inside

Stow the shovel

Now it’s time

Heat the kettle

Let the walls

Tell their story

Keep the joy

Keep the quiet

No, you’re not shy

You have that fire

Smoldering

Keep the joy

Keep the quiet

No, you’re not shy

Keep the fire

Smoldering