Sun Kil Moon - Young Love lyrics
[Sun Kil Moon - Young Love lyrics]
On cold November days
Don't like to stray too far
Or even leave my bed or put down my guitar
Or leave my master bedroom with it's view
Overlooking the mountains
On dark December days
I think of all my friends
From Washington to Maine, New York to Sweden
And how we've all grown closer with years
Or how we've grown apart
Icicles fall from my roof
Burning stove, piles of firewood
Will we meet again in Cold Brook Park?
In Cold Brook Park
On January days, I walk into the town
Once or twice a day
Some peace out here I've found
My clothes are wet with
Rain and mountain mist
Oh how I love the quiet
When February rains I've gone another year
Chasing perfect poems and trying
Them in your ear but, I'm losing the will
To chase them anymore
Across those lonesome oceans
Running deer stops at a fence
Sniffing at the flowering iris
Will we meet again in Cold Brook Park?
Cold Brook Park
Ghosts inhabit my mountain home
They don't frighten me, I sleep here alone
I shut out my friends, shut off the phone and
Late in the night I hear
The echoes of young love
I walk downtown, saw her again
There on the corner, laughing with friends
The cool mountain air pinched her pink skin
And I walked on
Aching with memories of young love
Youth walk by hand in hand
And there on the porch sit's an old man
His back is tight, his splintered hands
And plain in his eyes
He envies the beauty of young love
Don't like to stray too far
Or even leave my bed or put down my guitar
Or leave my master bedroom with it's view
Overlooking the mountains
On dark December days
I think of all my friends
From Washington to Maine, New York to Sweden
And how we've all grown closer with years
Or how we've grown apart
Icicles fall from my roof
Burning stove, piles of firewood
Will we meet again in Cold Brook Park?
In Cold Brook Park
On January days, I walk into the town
Once or twice a day
Some peace out here I've found
My clothes are wet with
Rain and mountain mist
Oh how I love the quiet
When February rains I've gone another year
Chasing perfect poems and trying
Them in your ear but, I'm losing the will
To chase them anymore
Across those lonesome oceans
Running deer stops at a fence
Sniffing at the flowering iris
Will we meet again in Cold Brook Park?
Cold Brook Park
Ghosts inhabit my mountain home
They don't frighten me, I sleep here alone
I shut out my friends, shut off the phone and
Late in the night I hear
The echoes of young love
I walk downtown, saw her again
There on the corner, laughing with friends
The cool mountain air pinched her pink skin
And I walked on
Aching with memories of young love
Youth walk by hand in hand
And there on the porch sit's an old man
His back is tight, his splintered hands
And plain in his eyes
He envies the beauty of young love