Sea, sand and stone
Wreath 'round this ground I call my own
While dark, concrete sky
Blacks out the sun with icy night Even though the ocean roars
And the storm is bold, and the rain is cold
Here I was born
(Chorus)
Though winter winds have blown
And bitter seeds been sown
I gave you all I am and all I hope to be
Now I am free
Wind fill my frame
Fire me with your immortal flame Even though I am poor
Through the looking glass,
I watch unfold
What can't be told
(Chorus)
Though fortunes rise and fall
It's no concern at all
I gave you all I am, and all I hope to be
Now I am free Even though I am poor
Through the looking glass, I watch unfold
What can't be told
(Chorus)
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.