The Earlies - Dead Birds Lyrics

Lyrics Dead Birds - The Earlies



Bring love
To this cold, cold heart
Even songbirds will sing as they pass in the wintertime
Fly away, time is free for the man who can see his hands inside the glow
Mother mary, take me home
Home, home, home, home,home,homeeeeee
Fly away, fly away
Time is free for the man who sleeps inside the glow
Mother mary, take me home



Writer(s): Giles Hatton, Brandon Carr, John Lapham, Christian Madden



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