pocket - polly gone wrong lyrics
a pocket full of honey
for a day in the workshop
and i axe and cleave and graft
so the honey doesn’t stop, and
calloused hands til autumn
til the sun bows her head
but i’d rather this reality
than a pencil full of lead
and with every drop of the hammer
i know that it makes me tall
and though my arms are heavy with work
my bones, they sing with my soul
my boots are made for this
so i can trundle through
air bites my skin and makes me feel anew
the fire [?] of autumn leaves are fading now
the ashes have all fallеn
found their place within the ground
thеy turned to silver*grey from golden
the soil will hold them close
drag them down without a sound
they’ve fallen
they’ve fallen down
a pocket full of honey
for a day in the workshop
and i axe and cleave and graft
so the honey doesn’t stop, and
calloused hands til autumn
til the sun bows her head
but i’d rather this reality
than a pencil full of lead
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