Upper Slaughter Songtext
von Darren Hayman

River gently flowing where there are no children growing
But the echos of their laughter live within the water
The elders of the village gathers in the village hole
Beneath the pictures of their childhood when thy were so small
And they drink their soup and chat about the present and the past
And you feel the sadness in their smiles that they might be the last

The houses with their
Patiently awaiting