Patterns from Nightjar by Liz Overs

The wrinkle of a frown
I love to watch him sleeping
As the morning comes around
Night time staggers into day

Rain will fall
The clouds have a heavy heart
Weeping on us all
A storm to rip the world apart

Flowing flowing the flowing of the tide
Falling falling falling from your mind

Shadows walk into the sun
Rainbows riding on the wall
Patterns of our lives, the beauty of it all

secrets in a drawer
enough words to build a mountain
till we are both alone
reaching petals to the sky

Leaves will fall
The trees have a heavy heart
Shivers on the breeze
A sorrow of the letting go

Flowing flowing the flowing of the tide
Falling falling falling from your mind

Shadows walk into the sun
Rainbows riding on the wall
Patterns of our lives, the beauty of it all

• Acoustic
• Folk
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• traditional folk
• United Kingdom