paroles de chanson Everything Gets Gone - William Elliott Whitmore

I was born in these woods
And these hills are my home
And the fields will be ready
When the springtime comes
But I'm just here for a little while
I'm just here for a little while
Like a tree by the river I'm holding on
Everything gets gone
Everything gets gone

On the gravel road, oh about a mile down
There's an old farm house with a fence around
The windows are broken, the roof is falling in
It's never going to be a home again
Like shutters in the wind I'm holding on
Everything gets gone
Everything gets gone

These grave stones of the ones that were here before
They're never going to live or love any more
We're just here for a little while
We're just here for a little while
Like a death bed man who can't hold on
Everything gets gone
Everything gets gone
Everything gets gone
Everything gets gone