The winterlings you are acres
The winterlings you are acres
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  1. Acres

From the album You Are Acres

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Lyrics

Acres
© 2011 Words and Music by Amanda Birdsall

You are shining, you are the whispering
You are the ghost of a part of me I never bring
to the parties to the papers to the conversations

You are gravel
You are glaciers
You are acres

In the morning you are the first to rise
You are swimming in the river of the fading night
To the graveyard, to the garden, to the fire-starting

You are gravel
You are glaciers
You are acres

You’re the axe that I have carried
Since the day when we were married
In the silver light of winter
I see you as I saw you then
I see you as I saw you then
I see you as I saw you then