A Month of Mornings
Oh rolling river
Go greet the seas across the ink black night
Oh rolling river
A Month Of Mornings
This devil skyline been my guiding light
Oh rolling river
I haul this hunted brow across the tides
The prayers that delivering
I'll cut my teeth upon the drifting ice
Where blue skies climb
And grabbing hands don't reach for mine
Where the living hard
I have found no favour with the stars
Oh rolling river
I've landed blows that have nearly taken life
The pickings got slimmer
The work dried up and then I learnt my fight
And as a child
I watched the noble hearts turn wild
Where the living hard
I have found no favour with the stars
Beneath the burning shoreline
A month of morning's rain