Текст песни: Mourning Song + перевод

She walked into the kitchen

Where most mornings would begin

Put her hands down on the counter

Stretched her fingers long and thin

Drug her eyes across the wall to where he hung his mandolin

Then she whispered out the count like she was whisperin' it to him

Morning song, mourning song

You were always on my mind and even though now I am gone

I taught you these four chords so you could sing your mourning song

He was not much of a singer

But there was shrapnel in his sound

Always ready with a zinger

That could burn the whole place down

Their love was undefinable

No beginning and no end

Like so many ancient secrets

Ever blowing in the wind

The walls are tumbling

The gates are opening

Sorrow will not win, no

Sorrow will not win

From the morning through the evening

Of each and every day

Wildness to wisdom

From the gold on through the grey

From the songs of newborn babies

To those who fell along the way

I have loved you and I will find you

Now please sing me on my way

With your morning song, mourning song

Pardon me if I’m sentimental, you were always strong

Wake up little bird, come and sing your morning song

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