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From the album Sea of Green here is the first track, Emerald Triangle. Holworks provides wholesome original music to be enjoyed by anyone for a lifetime. We honor you, the listener, by bringing you unique musical stylings from many different genres especially curated for flavor starved ears. You have those or you wouldn't be listening to Holworks music right now as you read this note. We say hello from Fayetteville, NC. Let us know what you think about our songs.
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CREDITS
Holworks
Sea of Green - Emerald Triangle
Joey Okrie - Music, production
Mark S. Holman - Lyrics, vocals, production
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Emerald Triangle
Pillars of stone are a light rake size
Appears to be no surprise,
Seedless.
Heaven opens wide,
It’s a fireside.
Emerald Triangle.
There you go,
Wandering in the moonglow.
The Emerald faces West.
And the corner posts all suggest you have it.
“So long,” the campfire sings.
So long until we meet next Spring.
Emerald Triangle logged and moored.
Optimal yield is what is weighed.
From crowded fields to a harvest store.
There’s a pile of money to be made.
A new name, best game, will find a home.
In covered walls are victory halls,
A politician covered in humus and loam.
Take an Emerald Triangle bow.
There you go,
Wandering in the moonglow.
The Emerald faces West.
And the corner posts all suggest you have it.
“So long,” the campfire sings.
So long until we meet next Spring.
(Lead Break)
Whisper soft, forget your cough.
Whisper loud, draw a crowd,
To the Emerald Triangle.
So long the campfire sings
So long until we meet next Spring
So take an Emerald Triangle bow
There’s a footpath running through the grass.
Tracking sun present, future, and past
Is music worth listening to with headphones.
One more spice to make the stock last.
Stolen wishes, stolen visions we’re on our own,
In the Emerald Triangle.
Whisper soft, forget your cough.
Whisper loud, draw a crowd,
To the Emerald Triangle.
The Emerald faces West.
And the corner posts all suggest you have it.
“So long,” the campfire sings.
So long until we meet next Spring.
