Fuguers Cove - the cinnamon trees

One of these days, I'll get in a boat and sail away

I'll slip on the stones, the elephant bones, I'll come to the shore

What we seek is
What we seek is

I'll claw through the leaves, the cinnamon trees To whisper your name
I went for the neck, I went for the heart The day before lent

What we seek is
What we seek is
What we seek is sorrow

One of these days, I'll get in a boat and sail away
I'll claw through the leaves, the cinnamon trees To whisper your name
I wish you could smell the cinnamon trees When all this is though

I wish this for you

Written by:
Justin Bendell

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