Vineyard

There is a vineyard where grapes grow
Till the end of November when the first snow
Arrives in the night whith the North-Eastern air
Mercyful crystals, honest and fair
Touching the vines with their hands
Covering the fields and the lands

In that vineyard, halfway up the hill
Where the sounds are silenced and words become still
There's a cross and a bench where people can rest
Where they close their eyes and take a deep breath
Where they think, where they pray
Before they continue their way

Bridge
The long and winding road
All the way down
To the valley
To the towns
Back to the daily grind
Stifling the soul and the mind

From the vineyard, when the weather is fine
You can see the French mountains on the other side of the Rhine
You can hear the call of buzzards, circling in the sky
Silhouettes of freedom, born to fly
Gliding on rising air
It must be great up there

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Title: Vineyard

Song & Lyrics: Stefan van de Sande

Album: Outsider

Year release: 2020

Year composing: 2018

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