A Feather’s Not a Bird Rosanne Cash
"A Feather’s Not a Bird" by Rosanne Cash, released in 2006, is a #Country song that explores themes of longing, loss, and the search for freedom. The lyrics convey a sense of yearning for something unattainable, using metaphorical imagery. Cash's poignant vocals and introspective melodies enhance its emotional depth, resonating with listeners seeking solace in their own struggles. The song reflects on the complexities of life and love, showcasing Cash's unique storytelling ability.
[Verse 1]
I'm going down to Florence, gonna wear a pretty dress
I'll sit atop the magic wall with the voices in my head
Then we'll drive on through to Memphis, past the strongest shoals
Then on to Arkansas just to touch the gumbo soul
[Chorus]
A feather's not a bird
The rain is not the sea
A stone is not a mountain
But a river runs through me
[Verse 2]
There's never any highway when you're looking for the past
The land becomes a memory and it happens way too fast
The money's all in Nashville but the light's inside my head
So I'm going down to Florence just to learn to love the thread
[Chorus]
A feather's not a bird
The rain is not the sea
A stone is not a mountain
But a river runs through me
[Verse 3]
I burned up seven lives and I used up all my charms
I took the long way home just to end up in your arms
That's why I'm going down to Florence, now I got my pretty dress
I'm gonna let the magic wall put the voices in my head
I'm going down to Florence, gonna wear a pretty dress
I'll sit atop the magic wall with the voices in my head
Then we'll drive on through to Memphis, past the strongest shoals
Then on to Arkansas just to touch the gumbo soul
[Chorus]
A feather's not a bird
The rain is not the sea
A stone is not a mountain
But a river runs through me
[Verse 2]
There's never any highway when you're looking for the past
The land becomes a memory and it happens way too fast
The money's all in Nashville but the light's inside my head
So I'm going down to Florence just to learn to love the thread
[Chorus]
A feather's not a bird
The rain is not the sea
A stone is not a mountain
But a river runs through me
[Verse 3]
I burned up seven lives and I used up all my charms
I took the long way home just to end up in your arms
That's why I'm going down to Florence, now I got my pretty dress
I'm gonna let the magic wall put the voices in my head
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