A year or two ago I heard a beautiful song sung by June Tabor on the radio. I think it's by Bill Caddick, and I'd guess its title is "The Lark" or similar. One verse began: "Sleep on, child, while the fields are still; they wait for your father's hand". I remmeber most of the verses, but the first eludes me, except for the words, "...to bring down the morning to where you lie". I haven't been able to track down a recording, or find any reference to the song anywhere. Can anyone help, please? Many thanks in advance. Louise Sandall