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jody hassel - vocals
beth chrisman - violin
fireball - guitars, harmonica
recorded and mixed by pat fitzgerald at 10th planet studio
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come rest your head by me, shake the halo thorns like dust out of your hair
let me loose the knots these braided times have hept upon the burdens that you bear
lay down your arms, and move your lips to share
the reckonings that you've been dreaming of
heroes live and die, and the same old songs are sung above
and you are very young, my love
time waltzes by with patience... she'll wait upon the moments you most fear
so don't swallow all your laughter to anticipate some far off fated tear
lay yourself down, and leave the gods to scheme
don't squander any chance to dream
martyrs are born to die, and the same old stories reappear
and you are very young, my dear
these city walls will rise and fall and crumble down to dust beneath our feet
and it's this dying and becoming that's the only thing to make the world complete
stay all your woes, and move your soul to greet
the light that falls down to us from above
the pearls the elders leave for us will have to be enough
and we are very young, my love
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