The Lark of Scots Pine Bluff Pt. 2 Lyrics – Connor Tuttle

Then up it flew into the sky
A tiny geyser come to life
Its wings were swift with fluid beat
Its song still strong in flight

I watched it soar towards a bluff
Where Scottish pine grew straight and tall
And then it vanished in their midst
The song had ceased as well

The waves maintained their wayward march
No lute, no voice, to lead them on
As wounded legions eke their paths
In rhythms of their own

I packed my lute and walked away
Mine eyes still glancing to that bluff
Whilst whispers of our soft refrain
Withal remained aloft
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Connor Tuttle Lyrics – The Lark of Scots Pine Bluff Pt. 2

Connor Tuttle

The Lark of Scots Pine Bluff Pt. 2