Come To Think Of It by The Mist And The Morning Dew Lyrics

When at a morning my feet touches the cold earth
Or what mirrored it into our imagination deeper
It meant dying
I'd rather feel the grass under me

I'd rather have a twig cut a bleeding on a bare foot
Causing pain
Than touch of false moss, under me

When I stalk this flat earth
Rather hills would I adore
When I see false homes
Homes for no wanderer to be

I'd more love the shelter of an old fir
By day, under her cooling shadow by night hidden
From the star's light

When illumes the strange lights
Competing with life's own
Held 'em prison I tell you
Held 'em in illusions
I'd rather talk with the sun
See the young birch brought to life
And by night, sleep under a free moon

When the wind turns north
Brings forth the cold
I see death fleeing to death
Life left alone

I'd rather smell true death
Wash myself with burning leaves
And by night, sleep under