Unlike the people of Scotland and Eire, the people of England have never been allowed to mourn the loss of their land through enclosure. The English Diaspora is summed up by Viz’s Falmer Palmer…‘Red sky at night? Get of my land!“ Just as with any displaced people, the stories and songs which explain...
A lost breath blows the wood awake
Remembering griefs it used to know
The sparrow hawk 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
For the living rub their eyes and wake from bleary winter
Bleary Winter was written by Hugh Lupton.
Chris Wood released Bleary Winter on Sat Jan 01 2005.