Murmuration Johnny Flynn

The grass is long in the valley, my love
And there we’ll go to lie
When the hawk is high above the house for us
And he guards over the blue sky
When winter comes and the nights are cold
I’ll take your hand to hold

I dreamt I flew with the saints last night
I know them all by wing size
And up there it just doesn’t count for naught
Whether you’re clever or wise
When everyone is talking at the very same time
I’ll still hear your voice, my dear

Genesius the actor and Agnes of Rome
Are two of the truest who fly
I know she’s a stout heart
And though he had a false start
There’s a promise of truth in his eyes

And it’s a stout heart catches the rain
And it’s a stout heart that feels the pain
And It’s a stout heart that loves again
It’s a stout heart
Yeah, it’s a stout heart