Lisa Hannigan - Anahorish lyrics

My "Place of Clear Water" The first hill in the world Where springs wash into The shiny gra** And darkened cobbles In the bed of the lane Anahorish, soft gradient Of consonant, vowel-meadow Afterimage of lamps Swung through the yards On winter evenings With pails and barrows Those mound dwellers Go waist-deep in mist To break the light ice At wells and dunghills