Fish - High Wood Lyrics
Chill, break of day, a light frost thawing,Sun, pale and grey, a spectral morning,Tractors crawl, horsepower straining,carve the earth the ploughshares turningThe sod that hides where dead men lie,the lost and fallen of wars gone by,Gathering the iron harvest reminders of their bloody madnessWhose bones in furrows sometimes rise to plead to be identified.To join the ranks of comrade soldiers buried beneath the bleached white crossesNames and numbers cut in stone, the regiment they called their home,The age they reached the day they died, their memory is all that does surviveIn tended graves they rest in peace their battle finally overThe rolling trembling thunder rides the ridge of BazentinDetonations scatter clouds of crowsThe tree line offers refuge to the wide eyed startled deerLaunch, plunging through the bracken they head into the shadows of the High WoodThe oaks majestic standing proud and tallHolding their position on a landscape lost in timeThe roots dug in the sore contested groundThe gnarled and twisted timbers betray the battle scars of yoreThe wood will rise, the wood will fall, the circle is unbroken, the wounds will heal in rings of time,The circle is unbrokenHalf buried in the forest floor decayBroken rusting weaponry beneath the fallen leavesThe shells that failed still hold their deadly loadDormant in the undergrowth their promise only stalledThe wood will rise, the wood will fall, the circle is unbroken, the wounds will heal in rings of time,The circle is unbrokenThe wood will rise, the wood will fall, the circle is unbroken, the wounds will heal in rings of time,The circle is unbrokenIn the darkness of the High Wood it’s so dense I can hardly breathe, a stark and muffled silenceI stand alone amongst the trees.Are they ghosts or moving shadows, are they spirits gone before?Are these the restless souls still wandering, the ones that were forsaken in the High Wood.
