Well, the farmer prayed for a better year. And the crops were good like the Lord did hear. But his barn burned down with winter near. The answer came in white and black. In the farmer's almanac
Bài hát Almanac - The Acorn. There's a season in your eyes. and a fever on your breath. and you're anchored to the tide. and the rhythm in your chest. I read the rings and count the city lights. you
