Matt Berry The Badger's Wake
Below the frosted up roots
Below the green sand deep
Below the pond-green woods
That's where the badgers do sleep
Below the frosted up roots
Below the green sand deep
Below the pond-green woods
That's where the badgers do sleep
Deep as a solitary stone
In gray and crimson and greens
In slumber of blood and bone
The badger lies still as he dreams
I hear one last slow breath
Underneath the beech tree home
The smell of a badger's death
In the ground leaves a mighty hole
And so the evening it dies
On the trees the ash bloods break
If you look there you'll see the last rise
In time for the badgers to wake
Below the frosted up roots (Below the frosted up roots)
Below the green sand deep (Below the green sand deep)
Below the pond-green woods (Below the pond-green woods)
That's where the badgers do sleep (That's where the badgers do sleep)
Deep as a solitary stone (Deep as a solitary stone)
In gray and crimson and greens (In grays and crimson and greens)
In slumber of blood and bone (In a slumber of blood and of bone)
The badger lies still as he dreams (The badger lies still as he dreams)
I hear one last slow breath (I hear one last slow breath)
Underneath the beech tree home (Underneath the beech tree home)
The smell of a badger's death (The smell of a badger's death)
In the ground leaves a mighty hole (In the ground leaves a mighty hole)
And so the evening it dies (And so the evening it dies)
On the trees the ash bloods break (On the trees the ash bloods break)
If you look there you'll see the last rise (If you look there, you'll see the last rise)
In time for the badgers to wake (In time for the badger's wake)
