Wander from Feather by Edgelarks: Phillip Henry and Hannah Martin
A song about accents, and the creeping homogenisation of the modern world; about the shapes of lives formed by capitalism, removed from the land; about how home should be defined by the work you put into building it, not by chance of birth place. A song of belonging, and of welcome.
Tracklist
| 9. | Wander | 5:06 |
Lyrics
My father's father left the west when the war led him to roam
His children they forgot the tongue that had been their father's home
The shapes of words were broken, by the city's endless roar
And the lines of accent spoken told their stories no more
But it's not about your blood or the mud around your bones
But the toil of your hands and the seeds they have sown
The roots that you dig when you make your home
For feet were made to wander
I have a love for the land that I've known
For the trees and fields by the sea where I've grown
But I believe you should choose where you make your home
For feet were made to wander
Clearance and enclosure took our fathers from the land
They forgot their tongues, forgot the sun on their backs
They did not know their brothers, so how could they lend a hand?
They did not know themselves, so how could they make a stand?
The oak, and the ash, the bonny ivy, the bonny ivy tree,
They're growing green in my own country, my own country
Plants that know how to survive throw seeds to the wind
They put down roots in the place they thrive - that's where they belong
They make a wild garden, growing in the heart of town
Such beautiful, varied weeds, they're hard to trample down
Credits
H.Martin / P.Henry
Phil - beatbox harmonica, vocals, stomp box
Hannah - five string fiddle, vocals, shruti box
License
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Edgelarks fly in on the tailwind of BBC award winning duo Phillip Henry and Hannah Martin. Combining soulful original songwriting with deep folk roots and influences as diverse as Indian classical and American blues, this duo produce a sound like no other.