Songtexte Provider - Midlake
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                first 
                                                men 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                ground 
                                                were 
                                                laid
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                wouldn't 
                                                fall 
                                                under 
                                                the 
                                                mad 
                                                skirts
 
                                    
                                
                                                Onward 
                                                forth 
                                                into 
                                                    a 
                                                land 
                                                of 
                                                gold
 
                                    
                                
                                                Swords 
                                                were 
                                                drawn 
                                                upon 
                                                the 
                                                road
 
                                    
                                
                                                Provider, 
                                                carry 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                Far 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                golden 
                                                age
 
                                    
                                
                                                Follow 
                                                me 
                                                down 
                                                    a 
                                                fox 
                                                hole 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                delay
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                morning, 
                                                miles 
                                                along
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gathered 
                                                round, 
                                                those 
                                                remained
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                bird 
                                                in 
                                                hand 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                cry 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                land
 
                                    
                                
                                                Joy 
                                                to 
                                                gain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Winter 
                                                came 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                old 
                                                and 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Time 
                                                set's 
                                                gone 
                                                under 
                                                the 
                                                mad 
                                                skirts
 
                                    
                                
                                                Onward 
                                                further 
                                                to 
                                                    a 
                                                land 
                                                unknown
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                only 
                                                hope 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                sea's 
                                                ago
 
                                    
                                
                                                Provider, 
                                                carry 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                Far 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                golden 
                                                age
 
                                    
                                
                                                Follow 
                                                me 
                                                down 
                                                    a 
                                                fox 
                                                hole 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                delay
 
                                    
                                
                                                Provider, 
                                                carry 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                Far 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                golden 
                                                age
 
                                    
                                
                                                Follow 
                                                me 
                                                down 
                                                    a 
                                                fox 
                                                hole 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                delay
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                morning, 
                                                miles 
                                                along
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gathered 
                                                round, 
                                                those 
                                                remained
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                bird 
                                                in 
                                                hand 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                cry 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                land
 
                                    
                                
                                                Joy 
                                                to 
                                                gain
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Antiphon
2 Provider
3 The Old and the Young
4 It's Going Down
5 Vale
6 Aurora Gone
7 Ages
8 This Weight
9 Corruption
10 Provider Reprise
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