CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : The World to Come
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 at in the wish and the wave of the willow
Wondering, wondering
Ran away from this swish and the shade of our pillows
Conjuring, conjuring
Waitin' 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 hеar with the ears of the owl and thе otter
Listening, listening
An accordian plays as the day grows hotter
Glistening, glistening
There's a wildwood, starting it's march
As the King Bishop 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 the gotten floods
Singing through the ancient mud
Singing with the opening flower
Singing in this precious hour
Singing of the broken (?)
Singing of the tales you heard
Singing of the dreamers wood
Singing of a glimpse of food
Singing as the river flows
Singing with the hope that grows
Singing of the world to come
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 at in the wish and the wave of the willow
Wondering, wondering
Ran away from this swish and the shade of our pillows
Conjuring, conjuring
Waitin' 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 hеar with the ears of the owl and thе otter
Listening, listening
An accordian plays as the day grows hotter
Glistening, glistening
There's a wildwood, starting it's march
As the King Bishop 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 the gotten floods
Singing through the ancient mud
Singing with the opening flower
Singing in this precious hour
Singing of the broken (?)
Singing of the tales you heard
Singing of the dreamers wood
Singing of a glimpse of food
Singing as the river flows
Singing with the hope that grows
Singing of the world to come
