Seth Lakeman
higher walls
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On beaten grass of frosty grey
A chill wind blows on a silent day
Beyond the road these yawning gates
Screeching wheels and a burning fate
Machines are fed with stench and smoke
Tarnished tools and shackled hopes
Sunken eyes turn grey and red
From dust and fumes and the years of dread
Higher walls are running us all
You can walk but theyâll make you crawl
We gamble, kick and trample on
Forge the years and build them strong
Bridge the gap of work and play
Ride the heels of a lonely trade
On trampled grass of midnight grey
A chill wind blows for the work weâve made
Along the road our steps are straight
We pray for life beyond these gates
- Album:
- Ballads Of The Broken Few
- Word of Mouth
- Tales from the Barrel House
- Miscellaneous
- Hearts And Minds
- Hearts & Minds
- Word of Mouth (Deluxe Version)
- Midsomer Murders (Original Television Soundtrack)
- Inspector Barnaby (Original Television Soundtrack)
- TFF Rudolstadt 2011
- Tiny World
- Freedom Fields
- Solomon Browne
- iTunes Festival: London 2008
- Introducing... Seth Lakeman, Vol. 1
- Winter Collection 3
- The White Hare (Live)
- The White Hare
- Lady of the Sea (Hear Her Calling)
- Mercury Music Prize Compilation 2005