Testi musica - The Decemberists - The King Is Dead - Don't Carry It All

 

 

 

 

 

Here we come to a turning of the season
Witness to the arc towards the sun
The neighbors' blessed burden within reason
Becomes a burden borne of all in one

And nobody, nobody knows
Let the yoke fall from our shoulders
Don't carry it all, don't carry it all
We are all our hands and holders
Beneath this bold and brilliant sun
And this I swear to all

Monument to build beneath the arbors
Pond to glint the towers toward the trees
But every vessel pitching hard to starboard
Lay its head on summer's freckled knees

And nobody, nobody knows
Let the yoke fall from our shoulders
Don't carry it all, don't carry it all
We are all our hands and holders
Beneath this bold and brilliant sun
This I swear to all
And this I swear to all

There a wreath of trillium and ivy
Laid upon the body of a boy
Lazy will the love come from its hiding
Return this quiet searcher to the soil

So raise a glass to turnings of the season
Watch it as it arcs towards the sun
And you must bear your neighbor's burden within reason
And your labors will be borne when all is done

And nobody, nobody knows
Let the yoke fall from our shoulders
Don't carry it all, don't carry it all
We are all our hands and holders
Beneath this bold and brilliant sun
And this I swear to all
And this I swear to all
And this I swear to all
And this I swear to all
To all
To all
To all