Black winter in the forest
Were the treese just watch and sigh
They dont sew this broken spirit
With there lonley lullaby
Christmast is comin once again
White snow and evergreen
Churchbells cryin in the distance
Like echoes hiding in my dreams
Tears flow from the radio
Old songs are like tattoos
Scars my soul from long ago
Etched in to the sound of blues
Birds in frames on the wall
Still longin to fly free
Caught in evening close tonight
Are prisoners such as me
Disgued the grinning joker
Moves laughing in his madness
And I entranced run blindly too
A not so distance sadness
Tears flow from the radio
Old songs are like tattoos
Scars my soul from long ago
Etched in to the sound of blues
Dint feel the warm spring of rain
The days of summer youth
Like the autumn leaves turns brown and fade
And blown towards the truth
Train whistle mourns the loved
In graves among the dead
Who wate alone with empty eyes
For the words i left unsaid
Tears flow from the radio
Old songs are like tattoos
Scars my soul from long ago
Etched in to the sound of blues
Phil Perry Ohlsen - Radio Tattoo Lyrics
Phil Perry Ohlsen - Radio Tattoo Lyrics
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Black winter in the forest
Were the treese just watch and sigh
They dont sew this broken spirit
With there lonley lullaby
Christmast is comin once again
White snow and evergreen
Churchbells cryin in the distance
Like echoes hiding in my dreams
Tears flow from the radio
Old songs are like tattoos
Scars my soul from long ago
Etched in to the sound of blues
Birds in frames on the wall
Still longin to fly free
Caught in evening close tonight
Are prisoners such as me
Disgued the grinning joker
Moves laughing in his madness
And I entranced run blindly too
A not so distance sadness
Tears flow from the radio
Old songs are like tattoos
Scars my soul from long ago
Etched in to the sound of blues
Dint feel the warm spring of rain
The days of summer youth
Like the autumn leaves turns brown and fade
And blown towards the truth
Train whistle mourns the loved
In graves among the dead
Who wate alone with empty eyes
For the words i left unsaid
Tears flow from the radio
Old songs are like tattoos
Scars my soul from long ago
Etched in to the sound of blues
Were the treese just watch and sigh
They dont sew this broken spirit
With there lonley lullaby
Christmast is comin once again
White snow and evergreen
Churchbells cryin in the distance
Like echoes hiding in my dreams
Tears flow from the radio
Old songs are like tattoos
Scars my soul from long ago
Etched in to the sound of blues
Birds in frames on the wall
Still longin to fly free
Caught in evening close tonight
Are prisoners such as me
Disgued the grinning joker
Moves laughing in his madness
And I entranced run blindly too
A not so distance sadness
Tears flow from the radio
Old songs are like tattoos
Scars my soul from long ago
Etched in to the sound of blues
Dint feel the warm spring of rain
The days of summer youth
Like the autumn leaves turns brown and fade
And blown towards the truth
Train whistle mourns the loved
In graves among the dead
Who wate alone with empty eyes
For the words i left unsaid
Tears flow from the radio
Old songs are like tattoos
Scars my soul from long ago
Etched in to the sound of blues
Writer: Philip Ohlsen
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