Dana Falconberry Seven Hills
I thought the moon would die
What am I but a gull's cry?
Oh painted sea
You will ruin me
I saw the mountain in the dark
I traded a feather and a string for my heart
Up high, a light yellow
City laid in stone
Oh seven hills
Take of me what you will
I saw the mountain in the dark
I traded a feather and a string for my heart
If I ever breathe again
It will be as thrushes take to the wind
Oh sinking song
Come for me
I saw the mountain in the dark
I traded a feather and a string for my heart