Winterborn

No dreaming 

Old spires 

Just a single 

Norman tower 

Low slung 

Roof ridges 

And loose fit 

Old tiles 

And there’s mice 

In the walls 

And there’s damp 

In the doors 

But I feel like 

I feel like 

I feel like 

Going home 

But I feel like 

I feel like 

I feel like 

Going home 

And the winter 

Born river 

Runs through 

The fallow field 

And there’s no need 

For alarm clocks 

When you live 

Near livestock 

But beware 

Of rook scarrers 

Hiding in 

The old hedgerows 

And I feel like 

I feel like 

I feel like 

Going home 

And I feel like 

I feel like 

I feel like 

Going home 

And the tough kids 

From the corner 

Take to the 

Brick shelter 

Waiting for the 

Wilts bus 

That they never 

Seem to catch 

Sharing out 

Number fives 

And the same 

Damp match 

Oh I feel like 

I feel like 

I feel like 

Going home 

Oh I feel like 

I feel like 

I feel like 

Going home

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