The lark is singing in the wind
Strange cadence in her throat
The Earth grows warm while we below
Ignore her darkening note
She heralds in our dancing day
We lose all gotten gains
Like horse and rider gone astray
The Earth takes back her reins
We fail to love what we must love
She knows what must be done
She takes our hand and leads us to the purifying sun
Our voices they may sound no more
And our eyes forever dark
But high above the deserted shore
The clear note of the lark
Strange Cadence was written by Chris Wood.
Strange Cadence was produced by Chris Wood.