Testi musica - Gillian Welch - Revival - Acony Bell

 

 

 

 

 

The fairest bloom the mountain knows
Is not an iris or a wild rose
But the little flower of which I'll tell
Known as the brave acony bell

Just a simple flower so small and plain
With a pearly hue and a little known name
But the yellow birds sing when they see it bloom
For they know that spring is coming soon

Well it makes its home mid the rocks and the rills
Where the snow lies deep on the windy hills
And it tells the world 'why should I wait
This ice and snow is gonna melt away'

And so I'll sing that yellow bird's song
For the troubled times will soon be gone