/

about

American Traditional

lyrics

I wish, I wish my baby was born
And sittin' on its papa's knee
And me, poor girl
And me, poor girl, were dead and gone
And the green grass growin' o'er my feet

I ain't ahead, nor never will be
'Till the sweet apple grows
On a the sour apple tree
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one

I wish I wish my love had died
And sent his soul to wander free
Then we might need our ribbons five
Let our poor body rest in peace

The owl, the owl Is a lonely bird
It chills my heart with dread and terror
That someone's blood there on his wings
That someone's blood there on his feathers

credits

from Those Miles We Walked Alone special vinyl edition, released August 1, 2016
Recorded at Standing Waves Studio, Egerszalók, Hungary in 2016

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

The Devil's trade Budapest, Hungary

TDT is a one man gang chained to some burden that he pulls through his ways leaving tracks behind to lead or guide mostly him which directions not to and which to go again. The legs are old wounded up to the knees as the tracks are that deep and filled with sticks and stones but strict marks that lead him where he wants to arrive. His music is the dust he shakes during this pilgrimage of his. ... more

contact / help

Contact The Devil's trade

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code