Barrowlands (The Bolshoi)

Walking through the Barrowlands I heard and felt the wind Was it the cold breath of history The soldier's last gasp, his last sin Walking through the Barrowlands A field of crows took flight Or were they dark familiars Ministers of night When it gets dark When it gets cold When the mist comes on down When you feel old When there's no more talk You will believe bones can walk Walking through the Barrowlands I heard the distant guns Or was it the dreadful Barrowbrook About his dismal fun Walking through the Barrowlands I turned towards the spire Or was it once the highest height To which all men could aspire... Yes When it gets dark When it gets cold When the mist comes on down When you feel old When there's no more talk You will believe bones can walk When there's no more talk You will believe bones can walk