The World To Come

(альбом: Lost In The Cedar Wood - 2021)

On my way through the wood wound a thread through the dream
Nightfall, footfall
Trembling looking for cracks in the seam
Tree tall, river call
Tumbling branches brushing the beach
Across the river just out of reach

We are sat in the wish and the wave of our willow
Wondering, wondering
Ran away from this swish and the shade of our pillows
Conjuring, conjuring
Waiting for the lick of the wind
And the rising sun draws a kiss from the bird song

There's a blackbird perched in the branches of the silver birch
Growing from my chambered heart
Singing through the rising dark
Singing of the world to come

Can you hear with the ears of the owl and the otter
Listening, listening
An accordion plays as the day grows hotter
Glistening, glistening
There's a wildwood, starting its march
As a kingfisher flashes over the marsh

Far out to sea there's a strange kind of silence
Gull cry, still sky
A pause in the storm and a lull in the violence
Sun high, fly by
Breathing drops from fast to steady
Time slows down till we're caught in its eddy

There's a blackbird perched in the branches of the silver birch
Growing from my chambered heart
Singing through the rising dark
Singing of the world to come

Singing of the rising sun
Singing of forgotten flood
Singing through the ancient mud
Singing with the opening flower
Singing in this precious hour
Singing of the broken word
Singing of the tales you heard
Singing of the dreamer's wood
Singing of a glimpse of good
Singing as the river flows
Singing with the hope that grows
Singing of the world to come