End Of Day - Seth Lakeman
At the end of day
Deep colours slide across this landscape
At the end of day
I meet the hills now lit by hardships
And it's a long
Lasting lonesome trail
And the peat stained brooks
They sluggishly trickle through the valley
And the frost claimed trees
A crimson glow with warm
Sharp branches
And it's a long
Lasting lonesome trail
It's a long
Lasting lonesome trail
And it's a long
Lasting lonesome trail
And the thumping sun
On the caking
Crackling ground of winter
As night settles in
The whispers fall upon our shelter
As we hear those lonesome
Longing friends
As we hear those lonesome
Longing friends
As we hear those lonesome
Longing friends
At the end of day
Our echoes cry across this landscape
For here we stay
As heathers spread across our hardships
As we hear those lonesome
Longing friends
As we hear those lonesome
Longing friends
As we hear those lonesome
Longing friends
As we hear those lonesome
Longing friends
As we hear those lonesome
Longing friends
As we hear those lonesome
Longing friends
At the end of day
Our echoes cry across this landscape
