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lyrics
When the frost is in my hair
And the baying hounds of verse abate
When the swallows of my songs
Fly away on careless wings
To the lands of better pay
When my brain is nought but clay
The seams of dreams abandoned in the pit
When my final breath is spilt
When I am cold and blind as salt
And the worming wheels are still
Carry me home carry me back
Through hawthorn winds and cuckoo spit
To where the cliffs chalk the seas
With seagull songs and jackdaw dreams
Carry me home carry me high
Bury my face into the sky
And tell them all I just called by
For you Catherine
When the scar of life is healed
The gape of flesh closed against the day
When I am nought that I have known
When I am thin as watered wine
And lost to time again
Carry me home carry me down
These run-rolled hills, this giant’s frown
The bramble blood, the earth cut vein
When I am gone take me back again
Carry me home carry me high
Bury my face into the sky
And tell them all I just called by
For you Catherine
Carry me home carry me high
Bury my face into the sky
And tell them all I just called by
For you Catherine
Catherine
Carry me home carry me high
Bury my face into the sky
And tell them all I just called by
For you Catherine
Catherine
Tell them all I just called by
For you Catherine
Catherine
Lyrically on point. And actually as catchy as f***!
I can't get Han Solo out of my head. "Who's gonna tell Han Solo that no means no?" Love this! ("And don't get me started on James Bond.") 🤣 Gareth Williams
It's the hope. Through the sadness and anger at the current state of the world, Grace seems to sing hope and belief that people can, and want to, do better, and build something where we all fit. voxdumnonia