Текст песни The Turning of the Tide - Matt McGinn

A silent street
The wind has changed for Winter
And still I play
As cold as I may be
Though damaged limbs
Goad me toward my failures
I sound the air
My bow touched upon steel

Farewell my old and trusted friend
In life you served me well
Farewell I feel it's near the end
There's a changing of the seasons coming
A turning of the tide

There was a time
Before these walls were shaken
A man could sit
And play for all to see
A vision comes
I hope to God I'm mistaken
These streets awash
With blood surrounding me

Farewell my own and trusted friend
In life you served me well
Farewell I feel it's near the end
There's a changing of the seasons coming
A turning of the tide