Karine Polwart We're All Leaving
There is thunder on the skyline And it tears her breath away Like the twilight steals the day
A father's kind hand could not command her To return to him once more Like a soldier from the war
We're all leaving Even the ones who stay behind We're all leaving in our own time
Each night surrenders to a morning And beneath the April skies He can hear an endless cry On smiling fields there's a battle raging And for every bloom he knows Another flower never grows
And he has no Ark to bear him from this flood Just a broken vessel wrought in flesh and blood And though the riptides pull him under He will not cease to wonder At the beauty The beauty The beauty The beauty
He takes her mother to the church door And while she prays for what will come He walks those woods alone
And there he builds his own cathedrals And on every whirring wing He can hear the whole world sing
