Tin Smithing 歌詞

I’ll be tin smithing you be tin smithing me Where I am thinking of hands Nothing on us but sea When I hit the hay or the hearth or the mat No one’s there to answer me back No one ties my plait but me Now I look forward to love Riding the train down our track Make stops on the way back Call and I will call you back Call and I will I mean that Frank showed us the rose And the colours they chose to transcend the sunlight and bend the moonlight Fly tying looks fun whether veiling or masking Dim, bashful or basking Just tie the tag for your team When I hit the hay or the hearth or the mat No one’s there to answer me back No one lies back flat with me When stars they flew down to rust Making sand, making dust Sculpting sister from sand Making us with their hands Made to love understand Making us with their hands Made to love understand