Closed Hand Full Of Friends
Foy Vance Lyrics


The scenery’s changing and it warms my soul
I’m 200 miles down and a long way yet to go
So get your boots on and your walking cool
And we’ll together leave our footprints upon a virgin snow
That ancient sunrise will soon descend
And we’ll be left here pondering on the things which you cannot change
So let’s start over with no means to an end
Just in love and out of hope and a closed hand, full of friends

Yeah, well, livin’ was alright but I was dead in the water
Couldn’t see it in its light, I couldn’t kneel in its altar
All I wanted was to tear it right down to the ground
But I’m feeling alright now, yeah, I’m feeling alright

Every morning when the coffee’s on
And I rediscover that color in your eyes, in its gold and its bronze
And in the moonlight go get the camera, just go
With the recitations of the parish poets popping on our scrolls

Yeah, well, I was alright but I was dead in the water
Could see it’s light, I couldn’t kneel in its altar
All I wanted was a turn right down to the promising
Through this fleeting culture
And hide away from wolves and the vultures
All they wanted was to tear me right down to the ground
Oh, I’m feeling alright, I am now, yeah, I’m feeling alright

In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the locked boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friends

In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the lochte boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friends

In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the locked boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friends

In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the locked boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friends

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Christie Raley

The scenery’s changing and it warms my soul
I’m 200 miles down and a long way yet to go
So get your boots on and your walking coat
And we’ll together leave our footprints out upon the virgin snow
That ancient sunrise will soon descend
And we’ll be left here pondering on the things which we can depend
So let’s start over with no means to an end
Just an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends
Yeah, well, London was all right but I was dead in the water
Couldn’t see it in its light, I couldn’t kneel in its altar
All I wanted was to tear it right down to the ground
But I’m feeling all right now, yeah, I’m feeling all right
Every morning when the coffee’s on
And I rediscover that color in your eyes, in its gold and its bronze
And in the moonlight we'll get the candles going
With the recitations of the parish poets popping on our tongues
Yeah, well, London was all right but I was dead in the water
Couldn't see it’s light, I couldn’t kneel in its altar
All I wanted was to tear it right down to the ground
And it sank from the feet of its culture
I'd hide away from wolves and the vultures
All they wanted was to tear me right down to the ground
Oh, I’m feeling all right, I am now, yeah, I’m feeling all right
In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the Loch Tay boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends
In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the Loch Tay boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends
In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the Loch Tay boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends
In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the Loch Tay boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends



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Paul-Ernest Oana

we live in such a stupid world..most people listening to anti-talents and ignore talents like Foy Vance...

gypsy jo

I'm taken !
✨💯%💜

CoindoorDave

Amen, brother.

Cran1um92

The mainstream music industry cherry picks winners and losers based on what they can sell in addition to music. Justin Bieber sells underwear, Kanye sells shoes, Beyonce sells some shit perfume and sex before she got knocked up by JayZ

Dustin Bess

we get stuck with Beiber ,Kanye and other hacks instead..but at least through Youtube and channels like Paste Magazine, we can listen to these great voices and find their albums and support them :)

Molten_

Foy Vance is the kind of person I want to be when I'm older.

Isaw

Ed Sheeran should be supporting you. Not the other way around. #itunesfestival

Rory Mannion

@Zachary Katerenchuk what a sophisticated retort

Sarah Viv

who knew that this comment would actually come true today lol ed signed him

Zachary Katerenchuk

You're dumb

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