16 Horsepower: "Folklore" Lyrics

On from here walkin dreams awake

I think not i think not

The sky comes king blown in every direction

And of no country

I am straw



It is no mystery

I know my way from here



Iron sharpens iron

Crooked wooden and peacock black

I have your feathers

Slung across my back

I´m not the only one

To help you down the hill

My blue knuckles do as they will



It is no mystery

I know my way from here



One as precious as the other

They go with me

For today I am not a false conscience

A tyrant

Angels line my pockets dear

I walk a hutterite mile

Look at me this once

Put an eye to my step

Look and furrow

Its only misery its only ankle deep



It is no mystery

I know my way from here