Murmuration

The grass is long in the valley, my love And there we'll go to lie When the hawk is high above the house for us And he guards over the blue sky When winter comes and the nights are cold I'll take your hand to hold I dreamed I flew with the saints last night I know them all by wing size And up there it just doesn't count for naught Whether you're clever or wise When everyone is talking at the very same time I'll still hear your voice, my dear Genesius the actor and Agnes of Rome Are two of the truest who fly I know she's a stout heart And though he had a false start There's a promise of truth in his eyes And it's a stout heart catches the rain And it's a stout heart that feels the pain And It's a stout heart that loves again It's a stout heart Yeah, it's a stout heart Everyone goes against the wind sometimes When the shipping forecast's wrong Said we were landlocked and stuck to this soil Guess they never heard of us winged throng Let's gather us up to the heavens above We can always come back, my love We can always come back, my love --- Murmuration - Johnny Flynn