Wooden Gun
My lover owns a wooden gun
For him its like to us the sun
Shooting down he’s devils
Before he’s hate and sadness rebels
Oh my lover, hold on tight now
Please don’t leave us yet
Oh my lover hold on tight now
The tears we havent wept
My lover has a wooden heart
Strongly growing till we part
He turns splinters into love
Spreading he’s words to those above
Oh my lover, hold on tight now
Please don’t leave us yet
Oh my lover hold on tight now
The tears we havent wept
