cate le bon
ploughing out part 1
Once I heard the reason To fall outside of season A gentle, gentle coast Towards the lookout post On the last day of the year Im just happy to be here Looking at the leaves of time In my mind In my mind Plans are real Ploughing out Across the fields Holding court For miles around Finding out Its only sound Once I heard the handle Its part strong out the tangos The gentle, gentle shift Sent toward him tender drift And on the worst day of his life Hed still love more things than I like Taping melodies of times In his mind In his mind Plans are real Ploughing out Across the fields Holding court For miles around Finding out Its only sound