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Little Colt

from To the Horizon, Sir by Iain Morrison

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lyrics

Roam wild, roam wild, roam wild little son
Take my, take my, take my only gun

Be free to roam where the devils watch you
Be brave and hunt them down
Listen little colt, be all you can
Be strong the winters maybe long

Sleep tight, sleep tight, sleep tight my little one
In her, in her, in her arms you belong

They’ll try and stop your wonder, but carry with you
The book of Mr Prin about it all
Huckle & Charlie they followed the call
Stood on the edge with him

Over the winters, work hard, please dig deep
Don’t you listen to the liars and all these fucked up thieves
They’re just prisoners, kings with no majesty
I’m in you always, forever you are in me

Go my son, please do pray, every day just celebrate
Have winters eyes, have perfect days, no king will stand in your good way

credits

from To the Horizon, Sir, released November 3, 2012

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