The Courier

Come the courier alone, the high road winds you loose Water smoothed the stones, but a weary figure stoops Still in the night, there's a curse he must find Come the courier alone, and the flurry of suffering Past the low-sinking bridge, for the surging river spring Still in the night there's a curse he must find A mark in stone, the highway home A mark in stone, the highway home From here Come the courier alone, for the vivid woods ablaze A wild fever forms the pinnacle of his gaze Still in the night, there's a curse he must find A mark in stone, the highway home A mark in stone, the highway home From here Come the courier alone, for a courting moon, so bright Come the wayside crowd, the silhouette of grey and white Still in the night there's a curse he must find A mark in stone, the highway home A mark in stone, the highway home From here From here From here From here --- The Courier - Seth Lakeman