lirik lagu eggclab 7 - the lark in the morning
[chorus]
the lark in the morning
she rises off her nest
then she goes up in the air
with the dew all on her breast
and like the old tall ash tree
she whistles and she sings
unless she goes home in the evening
by the hand that clips the wing
[verse 1]
the ash tree, the ash
in the valley down the hill
could be a hundred and a fifty years
through storm and gale and still
strangled by the ivy and dieback looming on
whether or not hеre there’s oldеr growth
the sap will rise along
the ivy will deceive you
by its strangling tendencies
as it goes up, and scaling all
the branches on the tree
and while its young and nimble
the damage it is none
but as it grows thick and heavy it bares
the weight of old age on the young
[chorus]
the lark in the morning
she rises off her nest
then she goes up in the air
with the dew all on her breast
and like the old tall ash tree
she whistles and she sings
unless she goes home in the evening
by the hand that clips the wing
[verse 2]
for years by the hundred
of life under these mounds
these badgers have a home to feed
and sleep under the ground
and men with mega projects
they tell them, “turn around”
saying go back into your hole
we’ll cage you up
we’ll bury you down
the t~~th and claws of badgers
are no match for the state
but every tooth and every claw
of every animal chafes
the wind it brings the story
of blood from off the weak
to the ecology of the life
under the men that stamp their feet
[chorus]
the lark in the morning
she rises off her nest
then she goes up in the air
with the dew all on her breast
and like the old tall ash tree
she whistles and she sings
unless she goes home in the evening
by the hand that clips the wing
[verse 3]
a man is not like ivy
he holds the status quo
you’ll hear it in the folk song
and the story days of old
he owns the savage hunt
and tends his family from above
along with the lark in the morning
as the symbol for a love
so any time that a woman gets
an order from a man
or language propping up
the dominant story all its span
we have to fight it for our lives
with all the wisdom of the oak
cause nothing lives in freedom
in a world that’s ruled by blokes
cause nothing lives in freedom
in a world that’s ruled by blokes
[chorus]
the lark in the morning
she rises off her nest
then she goes up in the air
with the dew all on her breast
and like the old tall ash tree
she whistles and she sings
unless she goes home in the evening
by the hand that clips the wing
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