Pennies in the Well - The Builders and the Butchers

Old World

All the winters are passing, And the steeple bells ring

Snow is falling on crosses, And the choir girls sing

Im the old man who’s waiting, with his arms at his sides

Will you ever be with me, can I call you my bride

Oh can I call you down call out to us oh from the underground

Or are you tied and bound, by the roots that keep on reaching for your knees

Old world spinning round, given all the maps to rattle down

Old man with your long crown, put all of your pennies in the well

Im the only one waiting, and you won’t have to hide

For Im mostly a good man, but I’ve spent so many winters inside

So don’t be afraid dear, because there’s nothing to fear

I’d take the salt from the ocean, just to know that your near

Oh can I call you down…

Old world… x2