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A Horse Called Freedom

Lyrics - Back At The Start and Burnished Gold

cheynne murphy

Back at the Start

There’s a wind racing through the depths of your soul, tearing away the debris so old,

And you can’t understand your identity has blown away

Moving through the night we sleep all alone,

memories like stitches, in dreams they are sewn,

clothes so worn, underneath you are naked and cold

Though the walls are made of stone, there’s a fire inside,

we gather round the flames like the bugs to the light,

its comforting to know that we’re out of the cold tonight

Tonight, so where to begin?

We’ll cry, sharing meaning,

And if it comes from the heart,

We’ll be back at the start again

Song-lines we walk leading us home,

Tracks undefined but they’re feeding our souls,

Hoping to find, a grace that is kind and free

Tonight, so where to begin?

We cry, sharing meaning,

And if it comes from the heart,

We’ll be back at the start again

Though the walls are made of stone, there’s a fire inside,

We gather round the flames like the bugs to the light,

Its comforting to know that we’re out of the cold tonight

Tonight, so where to begin

So cry, and share the meaning

And we’ll die, and come back again

If it comes from the heart,

We’ll be back at the start again

 

Burnished Gold

Burnished gold, burnished gold  eyes like fire, marking my soul

There’s an echo in the canyon, from a time long ago,

Down by the river, where the old stories flowed,

Plants were the medicine, and the animals know,

Signs like a roadmap always showing where to go

Burnished gold, burnished gold  eyes like fire, marking my soul

Burnished gold, burnished gold, runs through the valleys, carries me home, burnished gold

She sits by the water, her raven hair flows,

He sits down beside her with his feathers and his bow,

They ride on the wild horse, across prairies they roam,

Seduced by a great spirit,

A connection that grows

A connection that grows

 

Burnished gold, burnished gold eyes like fire, marking my soul

Burnished gold, burnished gold, runs through the valleys, carries me home, burnished gold