Pilgrim's Rest - Windhand

You’ll just lay softly

I think you cannot age at all

In the cloth of some pearly wool

How did you grow so hard of stone

And I hear every memory that beats like a drum

A sundown so plain and new

And you sleep like a moon

And take the end from the ruin

All things are love

And all love is pain

And our pain is all that is true

You’ll just lay softly

I think you cannot age at all

In the cloth of some pearly wool

How did you grow so hard of stone

And I hear every memory that beats like a drum

A sundown so plain and new

To float like a feather but shoot like a gun

And it’s too fast, it’s too much, too soon

And you sleep like a moon

Take the end from the ruin

All things are love

And all love is pain

And our pain is all that is true

Our pain is all that is true