Matthew And The Atlas — To the North

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He took that family to the farm by Stealer’s Cove
Cold hands, not much to say anymore
Doesn’t take too long

And he lived in solitude to the north
Where wild flower burn
Black thought would weigh like lead to a chain-set
In his head

Morning would come and he would be back home
He’d taken his time and taught them all he’d known
Left on the farm, he left them on their own
Promises burned, he burned them there alone
Promises burned alone

He moved from town to town with a love untouched
In God he did trust, adored Him
He’d done what he must

Morning to come and he would be back home
He’d taken his time and taught them all he’d known
Left on the farm, he left them on their own
Promises burned, he burned them there alone
Promises burned, he burned them there alone