Matt Alber Follow

Tall tales unfolding…
A great sky to keep your secret
Safe with me.
Deep winter beholding
What these brothers will tell of, come the spring.

Well, is it true
I am you?
Oh, is it true?

But dark dreams bring the morning.
Still, her whisper, the pillow folding in.
But this child will remember
How his father is holding him.

Well, is it true
I am you?
Oh, is it true?

And with each crackle of the fire
The wood is speaking,
The flames dancing in her eyes.
All the cold is pressing in
With the raven’s heaving
The seeds of laughter from a child

Fall all asleep now!
The dogs are dreaming.
Into the embers cast your weary eyes.
Come the morning,
Her sweet smoke will wake you,
Breathing you to life.

Tall tales unfolding…
The great sky to keep your secret
Safe with me.
Deep winter beholding
What sweet brothers will tell of come the spring.

Oh, yes it’s true
I am you.
Oh, yes it’s true.
I am you.