Winding Rain

by Joseph Mosman

Genre: Folk/Acoustic

Lyrics

Autumn leaves, your eyes,
Barb-wired and beaten through
Freewheelin’ hearts they’ll do
The cruelest things.

Fall, your fields of time,
Dream of you like passed down crimes,
The loving breath,
The final line,
The winding rain.

Autumn leaves your eyes,
Barbed wire and beaten through
Free-wheeling hearts they’ll do
The cruelest things.

Follow fields of time,
Dream of you like passed down crime,
The loving breath,
The final line,
The winding rain.