We hear the whispers in the dark of the ghosts that we knew
As we continue our cobblestone path on the Holland road
Shone brightly out of the cave as the journey unfolded
Were the thistles and weeds that we’ve tried to fight
And as we kept time with our woeful steps after the storm
The winter winds gave my careful breath away to darkness
As I struggle to find the words to fit this white blank page
In hopes that maybe one day I will sigh no more.
Song titles from the forever beautiful Mumford and Sons.