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my dear one it's time
the seashells cut your fingertips
and i walked back to the pier again
and i counted all the diving birds
and you bled out as the water churned
and the sun it sparkled on the sand
as you raised your scarlet blooming hand
and i stopped
hold on a little longer
i said it’s almost time
ohh it’s almost time
ohh
well your friend she’s on a mountaintop
and her arms are spread like wings of god
and the springtime birds are satisfied
as they sip on shiny emerald eyes
and they say
just hold on a little longer
oh it’s almost time
my dear one it’s time
ohh
credits
[songwriter] hannah wyatt
[guitar / vocals / banjo / drums / violin] hannah wyatt
[bass / harmonium] tim mechling
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