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Whistling Girl - Wovenhand
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Whistling Girl Wovenhand

Whistling Girl - Wovenhand
[Verse 1]
A whistling girl
Among his flock of sheep
Lay breathing backward rest
Assured
Of Elijah and God's birds

[Chorus]
It will fall to us
It will fall to us

[Verse 2]
Inside the home the folk pine
Grow
Where hearts are fire sparks are
Thrown
It is all that glitters
This terrible weakness

[Chorus]
It falls to us
It falls to us
From his holy hill
By his perfect will

[Verse 3]
Through the open window of the
Soul tonight
His yolk is easy and his burden
Light
Kiss the sun lest he be angry
And you perish in the way
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