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Come the courier alone, the high road winds you loose,
Water smoothed the stones, but a weary figure stoops.
Still in the night, there's a curse he must find.
Come the courier alone, and the flurry of suffering.
Past the low-sinking bridge, for the surging river spring.
Still in the night there's a curse he must find.
A mark in stone, the highway home.
A mark in stone, the highway home.
Come the courier alone, for the vivid woods ablaze.
A wild fever forms the pinnacle of his gaze.
Still in the night, there's a curse he must find.
A mark in stone, the highway home.
A mark in stone, the highway home.
Come the courier alone, for a courting moon, so bright.
Come the wayside crowd, the silhouette of grey and white.
Still in the night there's a curse he must find.
A mark in stone, the highway home.
A mark in stone, the highway home.
- 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