writingsforwinter: I refuse everybody’s help Who has been reaching out for me Well, you reach with the soul of a sailor And the swing of a miner You have cleared the rock away Leaving gold there in its place And it is more than anyone could
writingsforwinter: I refuse everybody’s help Who has been reaching out for me Well, you reach with the soul of a sailor And the swing of a miner You have cleared the rock away Leaving gold there in its place And it is more than anyone could
writingsforwinter: I refuse everybody’s help Who has been reaching out for me Well, you reach with the soul of a sailor And the swing of a miner You have cleared the rock away Leaving gold there in its place And it is more than anyone could
writingsforwinter: I refuse everybody’s help Who has been reaching out for me Well, you reach with the soul of a sailor And the swing of a miner You have cleared the rock away Leaving gold there in its place And it is more than anyone could
writingsforwinter: I refuse everybody’s help Who has been reaching out for me Well, you reach with the soul of a sailor And the swing of a miner You have cleared the rock away Leaving gold there in its place And it is more than anyone could
writingsforwinter: I refuse everybody’s help Who has been reaching out for me Well, you reach with the soul of a sailor And the swing of a miner You have cleared the rock away Leaving gold there in its place And it is more than anyone could
writingsforwinter: I refuse everybody’s help Who has been reaching out for me Well, you reach with the soul of a sailor And the swing of a miner You have cleared the rock away Leaving gold there in its place And it is more than anyone could
writingsforwinter: I refuse everybody’s help Who has been reaching out for me Well, you reach with the soul of a sailor And the swing of a miner You have cleared the rock away Leaving gold there in its place And it is more than anyone could
writingsforwinter: I refuse everybody’s help Who has been reaching out for me Well, you reach with the soul of a sailor And the swing of a miner You have cleared the rock away Leaving gold there in its place And it is more than anyone could
writingsforwinter: I refuse everybody’s help Who has been reaching out for me Well, you reach with the soul of a sailor And the swing of a miner You have cleared the rock away Leaving gold there in its place And it is more than anyone could