Karine Polwart Strange News
Strange news is at this table Strange news and stranger still In boots and a bobble hat I hap you up from the morning chill
One brother makes another call One brother lets it ring And at the head of the path you laugh as a lone blackbird begins to sing
And a mother does just what she must And a father comes undone In the not yet snow we wave and shout 'hello!' to a morning sun
Strange news arrives unbidden Strange news and stranger still
Strange news is at this table Strange news and stranger still There are plastic strings of gold and ice-cold beer on the windowsill
Somewhere a boy is asking 'when?' Somewhere a woman 'why?' And in the field out back we wait for the crack of wings in a winter sky
And a mother does just what she must...
There's a blood red mark upon my door (You passed us over, passed us over)
Strange news is at this table Strange news and stranger still There's glitter on the dirt road, and a light slung low on Soutra hill
One brother makes another call One brother lets it ring And at the head of the path you laugh as a lone blackbird begins to sing
And a mother does just what she must ...
