bear stories lyrics: immortal souls
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Randy Duncan / Rod Duncan
It may be cold,
It may be old, but wonders never cease.
The tide pool scurries with destined prey,
To be reborn another day.
Endless fields the current moulds,
Rippled golden sacred fields.
Homes for creatures you do build,
Bury me with your shield.
I hear the voices sing,
To whom and why the watchful eye.
Stare out eternal phalanx rolls,
Immortal soldiers, immortal souls.
Bow pierced this whistling place
The moonlit fog, its warm embrace
Sail on to sand and sea.
I hear the voices sing,
To whom and why the watchful eye,
Stare out eternal phalanx rolls.
Immortal soldiers, immortal souls,
Immortal soldiers, immortal souls.