Evermore I'm yearning more.
Nights of winter with my dad, wheeling, dealing through the land.
How my sister likes to dance, come and see her frozen stance.
Blame the splinter in my hand it's why I raise it to the stand.
When I make my arms to hug you must you question if I love you.
Know I hold no world above you.
Evermore I'm yearning more.
My precious kin and all their sins, know yourself and know me closely.
Feel your heart, the rhythm mostly.
A song of life, a little movement.
We should be toasting, evermore.
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Author:
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