My Dear from Totem by Utah Green

The mountains are falling back into the sea
the cardinal is calling a song of love to me
the night time has wings and a lonesome kind of heart and the
sun is going down and when it rises we shall part

chours
your face i cant remember and your eyes are not so clear
but the letters from a sender make you so lovely my dear

I cannot tell what i am writing or if you can hear a word
I tell you right now that the feelings’ quite absurd
Ive got a tendency to ramble and a tendency to light
Aversion towards anger and complaining about sight
But I will keep on writing until my song is through
whether it be orange, yellow or a purplish blue

chorus

Now the clouds are hanging low over islands of rain
And i am dreaming into my hearts gentle pain
Screaming silent raven like a bird she goes on free
I can see so clear now you know you know just what i mean

chorus

• Acoustic
• female
• folk
• lyricist
• poetic
• songwriter
• Asheville