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letra de bury me in the leaves of appilachia - noah edge

[hook x2]
bury me in the leaves of appilachia
my youth there was a pleasure, a place where life seemed much simpler
a picture there will always be in my theoretical dresser

[verse 1]
down this gravel road is my southern home
rockin’ chairs on the front porch
crickets chirpin’ back and forth
mason jars bury treasures in the front yard
retirement fund in a few of ‘em
bacon grease still fresh on the stove top
thinkin’ about goin’ to the small town’s genеral shop
watermelons on the storеfront
a lot of fellas down at the tap are convicted felons but are gentlemen, imagine that
openin’ doors for the women, seemin’ to make the best out of livin’
businesses of construction and cuttin’ grass
man at the bar gets his beer, the kind on tap
and in the full room’s noise he raises his glass
he says, “to the boys who did not make it back”
then everyone puts their glasses back, and nods their heads
on sunday the churches are crowded
old ladies from the beauty shop frownin’
as the youth sometimes get louder on the back pews
this is appilachia, we’re winners here, we never lose
[hook x2]
bury me in the leaves of appilachia
my youth there was a pleasure, a place where life seemed much simpler
a picture there will always be in my theoretical dresser

[verse 2]
growing up here is evident
[my?] heart will always be a resident
something about the mountain speaks
secrets kept in with the babbling of the creeks
the old soul that lets you know you’re never alone at the mountain’s peak
as the winds blow while the earth speaks
this is the land of the appalachian majesty
crackling of the leaves as autumn reprieves the spark that spring seems to give
in nature of language, planting and sewing in phases
and the promise that this place will live again with all the graces
that make the definition of this place nameless
for how can you proclaim a name for a mountain chain
no word can describe magic so fantastic
only god’s might could have fashioned this

[hook x2]
bury me in the leaves of appilachia
my youth there was a pleasure, a place where life seemed much simpler
a picture there will always be in my theoretical dresser
[verse 3]
there’s always a reason for the changin’ of the seasons
don’t try to get closure for a connection leaving
it was a piece that is gone from your path
perhaps it was you who loosened your grasp
look ahead through the windshield glass
there’s a reason that the rearview mirror is so small, it displays the past
be excited for the future, makin’ a light
like when in nature, the leaves fall from all the trees and leaves the limbs so bare
they continuously wait for spring to reappear
sometimes it’s about timin’
pressure must be added to make coal into a diamond
follow the road, and in the shadows keep shinin’
even though you’re goin’ up a steep hill, keep your spirit still and keep climbin’
use your power of will

[hook x2]
bury me in the leaves of appilachia
my youth there was a pleasure, a place where life seemed much simpler
a picture there will always be in my theoretical dresser

- noah edge

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