From the recording Low Country Hill
Paul Hogeterp: vocals, acoustic guitar, violins, piano
Lyrics
Twelve Hawks
Whatever brings you here
So steady along the county road
Your presence, an attendance
It's harder to get home today
Thank you for being here
And one hundred feet or one mile ahead too
Whatever brings you here
To circle above my little piece of earth
Your presence, an attendance
You who have the wider view
Thank you for being here
Just above or out of sight too
Keep watch for us
Soar for us, for all of us