Old Note Lisa O'Neill

The wind whistled you in behind the springtime
Float, Old Note, new among my mind
You hold the note, the note just moves to move mine
Let go the note and so move everything

I can't come to quantify the feeling
I was walkin' home half in the dreamin'
The things that I was thinking I was singin'
The wind whistled you in behind the springin'

A star ran rings around the star before me
And spun and swooped and sank in rock beneath me
And mirrored what I've carried since I mеt me
And shot me back into the ground bеlow me

And there I met another note long buried
And sat upon its shoulders was a memory
A home but see, above me's gone so noisy
I almost think I do not recongnise me

Feathered friend, dig up and resurrect me
I long to live among the song of birdies
A lawless league of lonesome, lonesome beauty
Skies and skies and skies above duty

The wind whistled you in behind the springtime
Float, Old Note, new among my mind
You hold the note, the note just moves to move mine
Let go the note and so move everything