Ballad of the Mallard Lyrics

Sawyers gone away on a long vacation

Had some words to share but now they make me so impatient

Tried to write a letter but then i got the fear

that the words on the paper would be better to hear

But there ain't much to do but sit and think of you

And there's so much to cry about but still the tears they just won't fall not anywhere not anything could fix the knicks in all my silver rings

But there ain't much to do but sit and think of you

And there ain't much that i'm

Ready for these days i just don't

Have the strength to keep it all in line

To keep you off my mind

Wake up in the night

From a terror that

You could only try to ever

Forget

Stay up through the night with a recollection

Of something

That hasn't

Happened

Yet

The rain is gone the sheep have bred

The rain is come the horses fled

And in my ear notes like death

The gift of love

an everlasting power

The rain is gone the sheep have bred

The rain is come the horses fled

And on my tongue

The taste of life

The gift of song

The Ballad of the Mallard

Ballad of the Mallard

But there ain't much to do but wallow here with you

And there ain't much to talk about so when we

Speak we gnash our teeth so hard they crumple in our cheeks

And every bit and every piece is sea glass cutting

Gashes in my skin

But there ain't much to do but sit and think of you and there

Ain't much that i'm looking forward to

I just don't have the time

To do nothing

And so i'll sing and sing and sing

The Ballad of the Mallard

Our melodies for Sawyer

Melodies for Sawyer