northern winds

oh the night treats

and the devil down is sound asleep

a million tiny moths float flutter and fall

and headlights fall along the dogs dark gums

and way down in the valley

the trees

they creak and groan

and whisper with the northern winds

so go on home now

go on home

oh where is my little swallow

i have no golden armour to share

you may pluck out my blue eyes

tear out my tongue

tear out my tongue

well i've seen this sagging sky before

and i've sang this sorry song one too many times

oh where is my little swallow

i have no golden armour to share

you may pluck out my blue eyes

tear out my tongue

tear out my tongue

well i've seen this sagging sky before

and i've sang this sorry song one too many times

oh where is my little swallow

i have no golden armour to share