Karine Polwart King Of Birds
At Ludgate Hill on the cracked and blackened cobbles of the town the ashes fall to rest As the tiny King of Birds he flutters down to build a citadel to light glory in the dark and from hell to breath hope in every heart
At Ludgate Hill through the siren screams the heavens burn again the city holds its breath as the tiny little king in slumber bed arises from the dust to light glory in the dark and through the frost to breathe hope in every heart
At Ludgate Hill where the towers of smoke and mirrors bruise the sky the pilgrims huddle in as the tiny King of Birds begins to cry the people start to sing to light glory in the dark to ring the bell and to breathe hope in every heart
