Paroles The stable song Gregory Alan Isakov

The stable song

I know when a song's good, just like clear.
Like gospel hymns that you call in the air.
Come down, come down, sweet reverent
Until my simple heart sound ring.
And ring.

Ring like silver, ring like gold.
Ring out those ghosts on the Ohio.
Ring like clear day wedding balls,
In the belly of the best or the sword that fell.
I'll never tell.

They come to me, clear and cold.
Some say
The Wives of Earl, spinning weaves
At that machine.

I've gone crazy, couldn't you tell.
I threw stones at the stars but the whole sky fell.
Now I'm covered up in straw belly, up on the table.
And I drank and sang and passed unstable.
Mm-hmm...

That tall grass grows high and brown.
Well I drank you straight in the muddy ground.
And you sent me back to where I roam.
Well I cursed and I cried but now I know.
Oh, now I know...

And I ran back to that hollow again,
The moon was just a sliver back then,
And I ached for my heart like some tin man.
When it came, oh, it beat, and it boiled, and it rang.
Oh it's ringing.

Ring like crazy, ring like hell.
Turn me back into that wild-haired Gil.
Ring like silver, ring like gold.
Turn these diamonds straight back into gold.
Turn these diamonds straight back into gold.