Martin Stewart - Shepherd Ska

The guardian of a thousand souls
Pair the feet, fill the Bowls
Bad dogs and scoundrels kept away, your safety sure till market day

The piper at the gates of dawn, bring hazy days and crimson sunsets kiss the headland shore
Across the sound the buzzards play and 208 peels out golden droplets from heavens own synthesizer store

Horseman four are on the hoof
With up one hand hordes and self and greed
The keepers of the great untruths,
The reaper here, for all our needs

The watcher of a thousand souls
Pair the feet, Fill the Bowls.
Wild dogs and scoundrels kept away, your safety sure till market day

The sun now sets another night and the cold hard winter sets his stall
For you and I will see it through and love will conquer all

Written by:
Martin Stewart

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