Postcards

Sam Garrett

Compositor: Sam Garrett

I'm travelling down to the sea
I'm finding the ground that's beneath
I'm holding you dear close to me
I'm packing my bags but their empty

I'm rolling along setting the scene
I'm watching the waves call me the breeze
I play in the dirt but'm always clean
I'm gentle but strong and now I'm free

Take my heart and take my soul
Send me postcards from the cold
Most will stay but some will go
I hope you remember me

I'm spreading my wings how to fly
I'm giving Al sought to the might
I'm no longer phased by their lies
And I'm taking it all in my stripe

I'll be here for you right by your side
And I'll look for the ones hidden behind
And I'll speak out for you, I'm no longer blind
I'm seeking t all with open eyes

Take my heart and take my soul
Send me postcards from the cold
Most will stay but some will go
I hope you remember me
I hope you remember me

Oh my love, my friend, my folk
It's time to wake, it's time to let go
Of the things that you hold
And the things you were told