Walking through the barrowl
ands
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
corus:
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 barrowl
ands 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 chorus: when there's no more talk you will believe bones can walk
