Barrowlands

Walking through the Barrowlands

I heard and felt the wind

Was it the cold breath of history

The soldier's last gasp, his last sin

Walking through the Barrowlands

A field of crows took flight

Or were they dark familiars

Ministers of night

When it gets dark

When it gets cold

When the mist comes on down

When you feel old

When there's no more talk

You will believe bones can walk

Walking through the Barrowlands

I heard the distant guns

Or was it the dreadful Barrowbrook

About his dismal fun

Walking through the Barrowlands

I turned towards the spire

Or was it once the highest height

To which all men could aspire... Yes

When it gets dark

When it gets cold

When the mist comes on down

When you feel old

When there's no more talk

You will believe bones can walk

When there's no more talk

You will believe bones can walk