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  1. Crimson Plain

One of the last tracks recorded at Ferry Bank Sound Hub.
Written, performed and produced by Paul Munns.

Lyrics

Bison drinking from a wallow nature made
Day is an ember of its former shade
Tapestry before me as I rest my bones
Solitary man on a bed of stones

Golden eagle, crosses a pinyon jay
high in the sky I leave my day
sun is setting, dusk is creeping in
elements easing on my poor old skin

As the sun goes down
And my world goes round

Looking out across the crimson plain
Just don't know if I'll ever be back again
to see its splendour for a man with few
i close my eyes and I cease to view

As the sun goes down
And my world goes round