Hanna Mia - The White Beast Lyrics
Well you fall into the ocean from the treeAnd you fall into the sorrow of the leavesAnd you fall into the rhythm of meAnd you fall into the hymn of the seaAnd I I I I II feel youI feel you comingAnd I I II feel youI feel you comingAnd I I II feel youI feel you comingWell you listen to the old folks,The old folks what do they say?They talk about the white beast,The beast of the north eastWell they say that I’m a hunter,Well that’s not what I seeI gather all the old ones when they call meAnd they say I I I I II feel youI feel you comingAnd I I I I II feel youI feel you comingI I I feel you coming