Murmuration (Live in Washington DC, Solo)

The grass is long in the valley, my love

And there we'll go to lie

When the hawk is high above the house for us

And he guards all of the blue sky

When winter comes and the nights are cold

I'll take your hand to hold

I dreamt I flew with the saints last night

I know them all by wing size

And up there it just doesn't count for naught

Whether you're clever or wise

When everyone is talking at the very same time

I'll still hear your voice, my dear

Genesius the actor and Agnes of Rome

Are two of the truest who fly

I know she's a stout heart

And though he had a false start

There's a promise of truth in his eyes

And it's a stout heart catches the rain

And it's a stout heart that feels the pain

And It's a stout heart that loves again

It's a stout heart

Yeah, it's a stout heart

Everyone goes against the wind sometimes

When the shipping forecast's wrong

Said we were landlocked and stuck to this soil

Guess they never heard of us winged throng

Let's gather us up to the heavens above

We can always come back, my love

We can always come back, my love