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• Artiste: Will Cookson
• Titre: Under The Yew
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The shadows grow long in the churchyard As the skylarks fly away And lost to the loam, all the dreams we'll never know We'll dream them there one day I've sung the hymn from its first bars And I fought my way through the gameplan Now for all the world I feel like a little girl But I'll do my best to be a man Rook on the bough, what tales have you to tell me From over the stile and the hills of this evening view? If only these stones, quiet in the moon, would allay my fears And we could have dreams asleep under the yew Into the past go our futures In running streams will our thoughts flow Unto the earth, the sum of all our worth And the seasons that we'll never know And that garden we'll never grow Rook, fly away from your bough into the night sky And carry our prayers on your wings up to the moon, And watch the world spin until we've all had our turn And it's time to go home Back to the earth to sleep under the yew Safe in the earth asleep under the yew