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The World to Come
Robert Macfarlane
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Johnny Flynn
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On my way through the wood, want to thread through the dream
Nightfall, furfall
Trembling, looking for cracks in the seam
Tree-tall, river cold
Tumbling branches, brushing the beach
Across the river, just out of reach
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We are sad in the wish in the wave of our willow
Wandering, wandering
Ran away from this wish in the shade of our pillows
Conjuring, conjuring
Waiting for the lick of the wind
Then the rising sun draws a kiss from the bird's jaw (ooh, ooh)
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There's a blackbird perched In the branches of the silver birch
Growing from my chambered heart
Singing through the rising dawn
Singing of the world to come
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Can you hear with the ears of the owl and the otter
Listening, listening
And accordion plays as the day grows hotter
Glistening, glistening
There's a wild bird starting its march, a-sinking fishy flashes over the mouth (ooh, ooh)
Far out to sea there's a strange kind of silence
Cold cries, still sky
A pause in the storm and a lull in the violence
Sun and night fly by
Breathing drops from fast to steady
Time slows down till we're caught in its steady
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There's a blackbird perched in the branches of the silver birch
Growing from my chambered heart
Singing through the rising dark
Singing out the world to come
Singing of the rising sun
Singing of otten flowers
Singing through the ancient fire
Singing with the open mouth
Singing in this precious hour
Singing of a Broken Heart
Singing of the days we had
Singing of a Dream once won
Singing of a glimpse of love
Singing as the river flows
Singin' in the hope that grows
Singin' in the hope to God (oh, yeah)
(oh)
(Stop)
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