Clare Burson - Magpies lyrics

Here where the cold wind Blows across the fields And the magpies Gather all that glitters Here where the old men Speak of long lost things In a language That never seems to matter I think of you Here where your white walls Color in the past And the windows are looking in on yesterday I hear you voices Quiet like the night I picture you in everything I think of you Sometimes i think That you might have been Something like rainbows on water Sometimes i think of how Life must have been for you here What life could have been for you here What life should have been Here with you Here where the cold wind Blows across the fields And the magpies Gather all that glitters