Lyrics Seven Years - Cowboy Junkies
Haven′t
seen
the
sun
for
seven
days
November's
got
her
nails
dug
in
deep
Haven′t
seen
my
son
for
seven
years
And
the
chances
are
we'll
never
again
meet
If
truth
be
told
I
don't
even
know
his
name
If
truth
be
told
he
doesn′t
even
know
my
name
I
spend
my
spare
time
with
my
rosary
beads
Although
I
never
learnt
to
pray
But
you
don′t
need
the
light
And
it's
best
to
pretend
That
you′ve
seen
the
errors
of
your
ways
The
darkness
in
here
Is
as
heavy
as
a
judgement
This
darkness,
heavy
as
a
judgement
My
dreams
are
now
filled
with
Gilead
trees
And
other
sights
that
I've
never
seen
They
used
to
be
filled
With
the
fears
of
tomorrow
And
the
horror
that
it
might
bring
His
eyes
felt
to
me
As
cold
as
a
stone
mason′s
chisel
His
eyes
fell
on
me,
cold
Like
a
stone
mason's
chisel
Strange
how
a
mind
can
always
recall
What
the
senses
eagerly
leave
behind
I
can
remember
his
face,
rage,
Disgust
and
distaste
But
to
my
fear
I
have
grown
blind
Memories
are
just
dead
men
making
trouble
This
memory
is
just
a
dead
man
making
trouble
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