Album Name : Crusty Folk Music for Smelly People
Release Date : 1996-01-01
Song Duration : 3:54
Across The Border Sparrows
Two days ago I found his number written on a card
And I started to remember my live at sparrows-yard
Under a flag of freedom of love and anarchy
But all these good old memories won` t bring the past to me
He played in a band, he never got out of breath
He missed no crazy thing, his life was like his death
We could not believe, why didn` t he come back
A preacher spoke of love and hope, we all were dressed in black
Was it the day, the sparrows flew away
Was it the day, we flew away
Was it the day, the sparrows flew away
Was it the day, we had to pay
A girl was going out with one of our floor
Until she felt in love with Rob, who smoked next door
Times were getting harder, I stood between the lines
The wheel of time was turning, we didn´t recognize.
From this day our common room got quite
No more peals of laughter were roaring through the night
A tear could have been love, a smile could have been hate
We were sitting in our rooms to wait on our fate
Was it the day...
The millers were here, had few crates of beer
None of Blyth Power used our shower
A Citizen Fish smoked a few spliffs
Then the letter was short by the land lord, no...
Was it the day...