25 April 2012
The solitary lodge in the bleak white valley gives off a warm light,
I sit by the fire, knees tucked to my chest, And you sit in your chair, Strumming, just strumming,
And though neither of us talk, we've never felt closer..
Your acoustic sessions, of Rosemary and thyme, They fill these woods and pines, Your acoustic sessions will make me cry in time.
Acoustic Sessions • Opuss № I