Howl the wind, 
Swell the sea, 
Fathom a depth greater than me. 

Sinking with no attempt to rise, 
The drowning thief fathoms beyond and between. 

Ride the low current's flow, 
Blind and unseen fathoms below. 

Sink with a head and a heart coming undone. 
Follow the shadows to find what they become. 
Swim through the eye of the cold and come out as one. 
Fathom a reason to be under the sun. 

Howl the wind, 
Swell the sea, 
Fathom a depth greater than me.

Fathom

Under the new light I saw you begin, 
Finding your voice on the trembling wind 
I heard you. 
Bringing the morning to life on a whim, 
Spreading your roots down and under my skin, 
I feel you. 

Under the blue you were singing again, 
Calling me back with a chorus that can't resist you. 
You had grown strong in the quickening air, 
Offering shelter and keeping me there beneath you. 

Under the grey skies the quiet began, 
Only the birds still recall how you sang so sweetly. 
You have grown tired and empty my friend, 
I have been gone far to long to pretend to know you. 

Under the white cloud I see you again, 
Under the silence where leaves used to hang, 
I feel you. 
I have been many a different man, 
Following footsteps to where I began to know you.

The Singing Tree

Tithe and Tangle

Tangle sun draping heavy light paintings, 
drip by drip-feeding golden daydreaming. 

When all your calm and all your peace came back. 

Autumn skies under hazy trees yonder. 
Fallen leaves forming tapestry morning. 

When all you calm and all your heart and all your peace came back

Autumn Song

A way away, 
I thought of you often when the weather changed. 
A way away, 
You carried your conscience away. 
A way away, 
you whispered your secrets to the waking clay. 
A way away, 
you carried your promise away. 

A face in the water, 
A ghost out of frame, 
A silhouette rising like smoke in the new day. 
A candle relinquished and held to the breeze, 
Soon to be charged with the last of your memory. 
The eyes of the skyline, 
The voice of the trees, 
The song of the mountain, 
The breath of the valley. 
These are the endings, 
These are the shapes, 
These are the sounds of a spirit that's calling: 

A way away. 
A way away.

A Way Away

Morning spoke under oath, 
Daylight breaking in my throat. 
Salt and seed underneath, 
Dressed in every need, 
My heart grows like the Earth. 

Call away waking clay, 
Humble effigy's last day. 
Blessed bones' resting home, 
In the finer light my heart holds like the Earth.

Son and the Earth

Anthony Cook - Bass/Backing Vocals
Luke Taylor - Vocals/Guitar
William Collins - Guitar

Fathom

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