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Lyrics and Music: A. Phillips

You wake before the sun does

And quietly dress

Your footsteps crack open the freezing morning

It stings your chest

 

In winter wind you're walking

Over the hill

Between the phone masts chasing all that yet may be revealed

The one who walks beside you

He never yields

Follow the tracks and verges

All along the fallow field

All along the fallow field

All along the fallow field

The field, the field, the field

 

Head to the ground, you dive down deep

Beneath your feet

The chalky halflives of a million creatures

Slow into sleep

 

A single bird is painted

Black on the snow

You turn your back to town, it's

With you everywhere you go

The one who walks beside you

He never yields

Follow the tracks and verges

All along the fallow field

 

In winter wind you're walking

Over the hill

Between the phone masts chasing

All that yet may be revealed

You watch the cloud go racing

From truleigh hill

And see the skylarks hover

High above the fallow field

High above the fallow field

High above the fallow field, 

the field, the field, the field,

the field, the field, the field

The Field

Taken from the 2015 album, Everyone Was A Bird

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