I was walking far from home

I was walking far from home
Where the names were not burned along the wall
Saw a building high as heaven
But the door was so small, door was so small
I saw rainclouds, little babies
And a bridge that had tumbled to the ground
I saw sinners making music
I've dreamt of that sound, dreamt of that sound
I was walking far from home
But I carried your letters all the while

Iron and Wine - Walking far from home 

I am slightly obsessed with this album at the moment and just this morning bought tickets to see Iron and Wine play in July. I love the pictures this song conjures. These photos are of 800 year old church by a melting lake on the outskirts of Olso. It seemed like a scene from this song.

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