Canon Song from Shadow Bands by Raoul Vignal

Hastily, the cold breeze fends the warmer times off
Shadow lines, faintly curved, show us forms of life
For a day

We fear the rumors of a season
Troubled by the echoes
Of the canon song

Every hour someone bears the news
Of a world shifting out of tune

Blood leaves, the city’s trees, missing pages in our books
Piano lines became the things some fathers learned
In their years

The voice of love that is confessed
Finds you at every turn made
What could go wrong

Every hour someone bears the news
Of a world shifting out of tune

Have you seen him
The quickest man on earth
Are you close to his tail
For he runs like the wind
Yes, he runs like the wind

• Folk
• acoustic guitar
• fingerstyle
• indie folk
• modern folk
• Lyon