The Tossers
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One bright morning I walked down the glen and down the mountain side. Not bound to work in the clay no more to go where the day may bide. And down the borren a cold wind rose, a ghost upon the breeze. To moan and kick up old angers and torments upon me. Get back you specters, back you shades that haunt me in my dreams. For I am bound to see a brand new lover. And off they ran as small birds sang at me within the trees. Under the sun and how I enjoyed my own continuity. It was luck and privilege that brought me here and strength that makes me stay and the song upon the breeze tells how kindness reciprocates.
- Album:
- Smash The Windows
- The Emerald City
- On a Fine Spring Evening
- The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death
- Communication And Conviction: Last Seven Years
- The First League Out From Land (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- Purgatory
- Long Dim Road
- Agony
- The First League Out from Land
- Emerald City
- Sons of Anarchy: Season 3
- Communication & Conviction: Last Seven Years
- Communication and Conviction
- On a Fine Spring Morning