Some Poor Soul 2022 Remaster

Moon soaked sky looks down. Giving what it has to give. The crack of twigs, maybe poachers. A poor soul ain't got long to live. Rustle and a crackle. And a rattle with a shuffle. Oh, you listen to the scurry and the hurry Of the, Oh, furry-footed people. Through the trees it glimmers. And a shimmer on the water. In a skimmer making tracks across the pond. A hungry bloated toad sits ugly and alone. Shady wooded hollow. Well, it shivers in the evening. Yeah, the owl that waits with bated breath. Oh, the silent hungry talons. Moon soaked sky looks down. Giving, giving what it has to give. A crack of twigs, maybe poachers. I said some poor soul ain't got long to Live.