Aventine - Agnes Obel

Will you go ahead to the Aventine

In the holly red in the night?

Dirt under my shoe from the old at heart

Right under you, grinning in the dark

You carried my heart in the night

To bury the wave in the tide

You carried me onto the fields

There is a grove, there is a plot

Deep in the snow, breaking your heart

One step ahead, a thousand miles

A trail ablaze to the Aventine

You carried my heart in the night

To marry the wave with the tide

You carried me onto the fields

You carried my heart in the night

To bury the wave in the tide

You carried me onto the fields

Play it down, down, down…

Play it down, down, down…