Barrowlands

Walking through the barrowlands
 I heard and felt the wind
 or was it the cold breath of history
 the soldier's last gasp, his last sin
 Walking through the barrowlands
 a field of crows took flight
 or were they dark familiars
 ministers of night
 Chorus:
 When it gets dark
 when it gets cold
 when the mist comes on down
 when you feel old
 when there's no more talk
 you will believe bones can walk
 Walking through the barrowlands
 I heard the distant guns
 or was it the dreadful barrowbrook
 about his dismal fun
 Walking through the barrowlands
 I turned towards the spire
 or was it once the highest height
 to which all men could aspire...
 Yes, when it gets dark
 when it gets cold
 when the mist comes on down
 when you feel old
 when there's no more talk
 you will believe bones can walk
 when there's no more talk
 you will believe bones can walk