give me to the road
upon the heart
that i had sold
warm my heavy hands
my heavy hands
for you to hold
there's a devil at your door
and he grows, he grows
so i been told he had a heart of gold
and it grows, grows like a storm
now the low lakes have frozen
away from home i'll go
when the first snow has fallen
away i'll go
give me to the ground
i followed fires
toward the sound
cold upon the mountain
to which i'm bound
to which i'm bound
well i met you by the mill
where your heart went still
sparrow swung down and he took shape and form
and it rose, rose like a storm
now the low lakes have frozen
away from home i'll go
when the first snow has fallen
away i'll go
now the low lakes have frozen
away from home i'll go
when the first snow has fallen
away i'll go