What Are You Listening To?

[Fife]

PARLEZ-VOUS HERE'S TO YOU, ITS YOUR GAME IF I'M HERE OR I'M GONE, ITS ALL THE SAME

[Okeefenokee]

damn straight.

[Okeefenokee]

lol,

[Okeefenokee]

[Okeefenokee]

In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing
And the sky is clear and red,
When the summer's ceased its gleaming
When the corn is past its prime,
When adventure's lost its meaning -
I'll be homeward bound in time
Bind me not to the pasture
Chain me not to the plow
Set me free to find my calling
And I'll return to you somehow
If you find it's me you're missing
If you're hoping I'll return,
To your thoughts I'll soon be listening,
And in the road I'll stop and turn
Then the wind will set me racing
As my journey nears its end
And the path I'll be retracing
When I'm homeward bound again
Bind me not to the pasture
Chain me not to the plow
Set me free to find my calling
And I'll return to you somehow
(softly)
In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing
I'll be homeward bound again.

[Okeefenokee]

Sang this dude's work at state, and got to sing under his protege.

Moses Hogan,

[TheReal_ND]

[Okeefenokee]

that's a good jam.

[TheReal_ND]

It is. He wrote that after reading a book about the Holocaust.

[C-Mag]