Folk song written, performed and produced by Sean Ferree
rock
folk
electric guitar
Lyrics
Ooooo Ooooo
For every upthere is a down
For every smilethere is a frown
People in exilethere is a crown
Ooooo Ooooo
The water fills the gaps until we drown
The palaceand the sinking town
Air seals the cracks, there is no sound
Throw the ballit comes back around
It will come back around
Ooooo Ooooo
Thieved by the thieves, mischief dont believe
Relief or relived...I still got blood to bleed
Ooooo Ooooo
Throw the ballit comes back around
It will come back around
Copyright 2025 Sean Ferree