Oh! Hark! - Lisa Mitchell

Once again I leave my grave

Dirt and daisies hit the pave

No sooner than I have turned

I hear the devil cooking

Up a new storm

My world ends on a regular basis

Yeah I fed quick and lonesome places

No sooner that I am dead

I feel the ravens tugging at my hair

Oh Hark

Do you a hear a voice like

Velvet through the night sky

Do you hear the fickle hand

Of fate at my side

And all those the goddesses

Of hope in your stride

And watch out

Watch for them camouflaged

And crouched in the shadows

Oh they couldn't hold a

Candle up to you

But they stand as tall as

You in broad daylight too

Oh Hark

Once again I leave my grave

And dirt and daisies hit the pave

But no sooner than I am dead

I feel the ravens tugging at my hair

Once again I leave my grave

Like a bird out of its cage

No sooner that I have won

I feel the storm clouds plotting

Against the sun

Oh Hark

Do you a hear a voice like

Velvet through the night sky

Do you hear the fickle hand

Of fate in my side

And are those the goddesses

Of hope in your stride

And watch out

Watch for them camouflaged and

Crouched in the shadows

Oh they couldn't hold a

Candle up to you

But they stand as tall as you

In broad daylight too

Oh Hark

Oh Hark

Do you a hear a voice

Like velvet through the night sky

Do you hear the fickle hand

Of fate at my side

And are those the goddesses

Of hope in your stride

And watch out

Watch for them camouflaged

And crouched in the shadows

Oh they couldn't hold a

Candle up to you

But they stand as tall as

You in broad daylight too

Oh Hark

Oh Hark