Johnny Flynn, Robert Macfarlane - The World to Come lyrics

On my way through the wood wound
A thread through the dream
Nightfall, footfall
Trembling, looking for cracks in the seam
Tree tall, river call
Tumbling branches brushing the beach
Across the river just out of reach

We are sat in the wish and
The wave of our willow wondering, wondering
Ran away from this swish and
The shade of our pillows
Conjuring, conjuring
Waitin' for the lick of the wind
And the rising sun draws a
Kiss from the bird song

There's a blackbird perched in the
Branches of the silver birch
Growing from my chambered heart
Singing through the rising dark
Singing of the world to come

Can you hear with thе ears of
The owl and the ottеr? Listening, listening
An accordion plays as the day grows hotter
Glistening, glistening
There's a wildwood, starting it's march
As a kingfisher flashes over the marsh

Far out to sea there's a
Strange kind of silence gull cry, still sky
A pause in the storm and
A lull in the violence sun high, fly by
Breathing drops from fast to steady
Time slows down till we're
Caught in it's eddy

There's a blackbird perched in the
Branches of the silver birch
Growing from my chambered heart
Singing through the rising dark
Singing of the world to come
Singing of the rising sun
Singing of forgotten floods
Singing through the ancient mud
Singing with the opening flower

Singing in this precious hour
Singing of the broken word
Singing of the tales you heard
Singing of the dreamer's word
Singing of a glimpse of good
Singing as the river flows
Singing with the hope that grows
Singing of the world to come