I Followed Fires

Give me to the road Upon the heart that I had sold Warm my heavy hands My heavy hands for you to hold There's a devil at your door And he grows, he grows So I've been told he had a heart of gold And it grows, grows like a storm Now the low lakes have frozen Away from home I'll go When the first snow has fallen Away I'll go Give me to the ground I followed fires toward the sound Cold upon the mountain To which I'm bound, to which I'm bound Well I met you by the mill Where your heart went still Sparrow swung down and he took shape and form And it rose, rose like a storm Now the low lakes have frozen Away from home I'll go When the first snow has fallen Away I'll go Now the low lakes have frozen Away from home I'll go When the first snow has fallen Away I'll go