Radio War Lyrics by Iron and Wine
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Did the wine make her dream
Of the far distant spring
Or a bed full of hens
Or the ghost of a friend

All the while that she wept
She had a gun by her bed
And a letter he wrote
From a dry, foundered boat

And the train track will take
All the wounded ones home
And I'll be alone
Fare thee well Sara Jones

Now we lie on the floor
While the radio war
Finds its way through the air
Of the dead market square

And the beast never seen
Licks its red talons clean
Sara curses the cold
"No more snow, no more snow, no more snow"
Did the wine make her dream    Of the far distant spring    Or a bed full of hens    Or the ghost of a friend       All the while that she wept    She had a gun by her bed    And a letter he wrote    From a dry, foundered boat       And the train track will take    All the wounded ones home    And I'll be alone    Fare thee well Sara Jones       Now we lie on the floor    While the radio war    Finds its way through the air    Of the dead market square       And the beast never seen    Licks its red talons clean    Sara curses the cold    "No more snow, no more snow, no more snow"