The bells will ring
Church steeple's catching fire
And if you promise spring
Then I know you are a liar

Cause in the spring
Tender grasses won't burn easily
The thrushes sing
Still my lover won't return to me

Wild parsnips they still scar my lungs
While thistles will burn my feet
And if you join our chorus
You'll never fear anymore

So here it comes, just the chorus
We will meet on a fatal shore

Souverian
Souverian
The elder

Souverian
Souverian
The free

Souverian
Souverian
The felled heart

So very young
So very young
Were we

Birds were singing
Still my lover won't return to me
You promise spring
Still my lover won't return to me

Wild parsnips scar my lungs
And the thistles are burning my feet

So here it comes, the chorus
You will never fear anymore
If you join our chorus
We will meet on a fatal shore

Under the elders
the older get younger
the younger get over
over the elders
and under the elders
pretend that you're older now

Under the elders
the older get younger
the younger get older
over the elders
under the elders
bending the branches down

We were so very young
Still my lover won't return to me
Thrushes sing
Still my lover won't return to me
Wild parsnips they still scar my lungs
While thistles still burn my feet

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): Andrew Wegman Bird