Bruise of Anemones - Richard Lewis

You're home on a saturday

Not quite where you want to be

The bruise of anemones

The souvenirs of spring

Something on the radio

Tells you you don't want to go

You hold it like the residue

Of a summer you lost

Something makes you want to stay

It's nagging at the perfect day

Afraid time will run away

Before it's begun

Home on a saturday

Not sure where you want to be

And all that you bring to me

I once brought to you

And it's hard when you don't want to go

But the bird is already loose

You feel that you'll never know

The rules no one teaches you

So you try you experiment

Wondering where the magic went

Decanting years of sediment

That turned joy to clay

In another time and another town

You'll find ways to break the ground

And all that you bring to me

I once brought to you

And it's hard when you don't want to go

But the ribbon is already loose

You feel that you'll never know

The rules no one teaches you

So you pack up your troubles

Leave home for the wolves

Young soldiers of fortune

Forged in mill green

Through playgrounds and corridors

They'll lash at your wings

They'll tar you and beat you

Till you feel their sin

Till promises given

In halcyon and hearth

Now banished from heaven

Fall deep in the earth

Till all your green meadow

Is sallow and cold

They'll rend it with buckshot

And sell you for gold

Still you shamble at midnight

In green verdure

Bright star of the ancients

Whose light is still pure

With ballad and bugle

And weary of word

You'll fight on the coal face

Till your voice is heard

You'll fight on the coal face

Till your voice is heard