Every night without a light or brightly shining love,
silver trees and darkened leaves dot the sky above.
As the yellow moon to the darkest night,
it turns to a raging fire,
the road it thins and the darkness spins
to the voices in the choir.
I dream of horses and their kin,
against a lovely night.
I dream of sand and sky and sin,
against the pale moonlight.
And everyone that feels at all,
has got something to say.
About the wayward sovereign ways,
of every wild day.
supported by 12 fans who also own “The Saga of Mayflower May”
i heard The Waves Have Come years ago and ever since it's had a special place in my heart. A few weeks ago i finally listened to the entire album and i just loved it so much! Feral Love sometimes just hits the spot. Intense and beautiful! vivian_dk