Thieves' Kitchen - Of Sparks and Spires lyrics

Island immortal Old kings asleep Stone roots grow deep Wind on the chalk downs aware Wind on a high battle ground remembers Times when the rhymes Of the wise were told Verdant pastoral The ages span This timeless land Earth where the oak trees parade Earth where the old sacred trees Remind me Years bear their fruit at a Harvest moon Lark hails the dawn In the beech trees A rare breeze In wizened willow groves The chalk signs And stones line The road to Albion Dawn unveils a ridge-top trail Across the downs of home Heart elemental Of sparks and spires Enquires and fires Spanning the deep gorge With iron Firing the fine china stone Inspiring Stoking the fires for an age of steam Madrigal England Across the sea From this far quay Sing me that old song of pride Sing me those old Working songs To guide me Sing me the song that will Guide me home Sing me old lays Of the wheat fields The stone wheels And steels of Wayland's forge The mist rise At dawn hides The sun is Albion In Albion