BLEARY WINTER (Hugh Lupton/Chris Wood) A lost breath blows the wood awake Remembering griefs it used to know The sparrowhawk has seized the song I lost so long ago While the living rub their eyes and wake from bleary winter. The seven sisters in the sky Tend to the kitchens of the dead Look, every lost forgotten fire Is blazing overhead While the living rub their eyes and wake from bleary winter. The jolly boys beneath the field The darlings of the wanton plough sing Break our hearts, cleave us apart And fill our throats with corn While the living rub their eyes and wake from bleary winter. Only the child beneath the weeds Weeps for the lack of love and air Build me a little house of skin And bone and woven hair While the living rub their eyes and wake from bleary winter. recorded on The Lark Descending and on English Acoustic Collective Ghosts. Re: January Man. It has a tune, self-written I believe by Dave Goulder. I've heard When Icicles Hang sung too.
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