Lyrics Richard Thompson

Richard Thompson

Among The Gorse, Among The Grey

Once there was a son

Among the gorse, among the grey

And wondrous dreams he spun

Among the gorse, among the grey

And he chased the clouds and

He kissed the wind

Barefoot and bloody at the knee

It is, he said,

As if the world were made for me

And the elders gathered round

Among the gorse, among the grey

And they staked him to the ground

Among the gorse, among the grey

And they sucked the joy

From his beating heart

Washed his eyes with rue

Now come, they said,

Come to the world we made for you