Ferron "Ferron" 1977 Canada very rare original Private Acid Folk Psych only 1000 Pressed
Roll me down this lonely hill
I’m quite prepared to spin
The one who brought me here is gone
I’m one lone bow again
You give me of your promises
I surely gave you mine
You swore that we would leave before
We tap our struggling vine
Moon quite like a woman’s will
In phases that repeat
Her pain is just a love won’t heal
Yet walks on wounded feet
Darkness like a tear that falls
Upon the same shed view
Where sleep becomes an open door
You shadows that are you
So roll me down this lonely hill
I’m quite prepared to spin
The one who brought me here is gone
I’m one lone bow again
