The Bolshoi

Barrowlands

The Bolshoi


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