Dalszövegek
Hymnal

Night has draped its cape of stars Over our small town From the campus and the tavern To the chapel and infirmary We've seen their dreams We've found

I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats with scarves of red tied ?round their throats to keep their little heads from fallin? in the snow

We found your name across the chapel door Carved in cursive with a table fork Muddy hymnals And some bootmarks where you'd been The shaking preacher

: We found your name across the chapel door Carved in cursive with a table fork Muddy hymnals and some boot marks where you'd been The shaking preacher