Your Spain - The White Birch

You swung my feet to the melody, of the train

To show me the shades about to fall, still moving

You brought me down to the majesty, of your Spain

To prove some things will stand some things will fall, moving

And I was okay, and proud

We danced all night to feel the pull, of the chain

To try on the fate 'bout fall, with morning

I woke up to the majesty, of your Spain

Some things will stand

Some things will fall, with morning

And I’ll be okay, and proud

Some things will stand

Some things will fall, moving

Some things will stand

Some things will fall, moving

Some things will stand

Some things will fall