Letra de la canción 'OUR LADY'S GRAVE (AND THE DUST THAT SETTLES ON HER BONES)' de 'LETTERS FOR SAINTS'

She’ll pass the gate, and linger there,
the summer sweet upon the her hair.
And no one knows, what she will be;
for all things go
sobriety.

The morning’s dew upon her dress,
she’ll wake up to her servants mess.
Out in the yard, across the way,
she will remain within her grave.

She’s finally home.

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