Northern Town from Greatest Hills by Old Pérez

Do not hide into the mist, little town by the sea.
I know the winter it’s been so long out there
and now it’s time for you to rest.
But do not hide under the clouds, pretty little northern town.
The waterfalls with their sound.
Rise the flowers from the ground.
Away from the city lights the fishermen rest their tired eyes.
I’m sure someday I will return to walk along in my grey coat,
when the mountains put their wedding dress on
and all the tourists are gone.
Away from the city lights the fishermen rest their tired eyes
where the time standstill.
In winter the bodies calm. Around the fire the shadows will dance.

• Alternative
• DIY
• acoustic
• ambient rock
• beach
• north
• post-rock
• songwriter
• travel
• tremolo
• Murcia