Land of Yesterdays - The Felice Brothers

In the land of yesterdays

I’m gone fishing in a velvet haze

In the land of yesterdays

Red carnations in a plastic vase

In the land of yesterdays

Shadows are falling on a tender plain

Hey little kid, come in from the cold

Your father is sick and your things must be sold

An orphanage sits in the snow

Of a winter you lost long ago

They teach the girls sewing and cooking and baking

They teach the boys hunting and money

And the mission bells toll on and on

And lead us to days that have gone

Gone… Gone…

In th land of yesterdays

I’m running blindly after non trains

In the land of yesterdays

The moon like fire in a horse’s mane

In the land of yesterdays

Shadows are falling on a tender plain

You can never return (turn back, turn back)

You can never return (turn back, turn back)

You can never return (turn back, turn back)

That island has burned