| Song | The Lady is Risen |
| Artist | Johnny Flynn |
| Album | Country Mile |
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| She loves full and true, as a fighting bequest | |
| She was given her earth by a sea come to rest | |
| And the children she bore loved this truly too much | |
| Calloused pride come to die in our hands as we touch | |
| And so soften me now, let me take as it’s given | |
| For the wind's started up and the lady is risen | |
| Is it snowing in London and warm in your bed | |
| Have I nothing to give you, I'm cold in your head | |
| But you're burning in mine, come to rest off the train | |
| In the silence you've gone and the train comes again | |
| It’s been years since I saw you, I've learned how to live | |
| And the love’s back in swing and the lady is risen | |
| Tell me where have the saints gone, oh where is the pull | |
| Are they flourished in times that were guarded with wool | |
| You know limbless they marched till they fell off the map. | |
| Are you sick of them falling like crumbs on your lap | |
| You once told me that this isn't all that there is | |
| And the band started up and the lady is risen. | |
| You know life isn't always like the end of your novels | |
| All things might wind up but they always unravel | |
| And I’ll watch you with eyes that can see I can see | |
| That you're too good at pulling that wool over me | |
| And I’ll fight but there’s nothing here I find to resist | |
| And the winds started up and the lady is risen |
| She loves full and true, as a fighting bequest | |
| She was given her earth by a sea come to rest | |
| And the children she bore loved this truly too much | |
| Calloused pride come to die in our hands as we touch | |
| And so soften me now, let me take as it s given | |
| For the wind' s started up and the lady is risen | |
| Is it snowing in London and warm in your bed | |
| Have I nothing to give you, I' m cold in your head | |
| But you' re burning in mine, come to rest off the train | |
| In the silence you' ve gone and the train comes again | |
| It s been years since I saw you, I' ve learned how to live | |
| And the love s back in swing and the lady is risen | |
| Tell me where have the saints gone, oh where is the pull | |
| Are they flourished in times that were guarded with wool | |
| You know limbless they marched till they fell off the map. | |
| Are you sick of them falling like crumbs on your lap | |
| You once told me that this isn' t all that there is | |
| And the band started up and the lady is risen. | |
| You know life isn' t always like the end of your novels | |
| All things might wind up but they always unravel | |
| And I ll watch you with eyes that can see I can see | |
| That you' re too good at pulling that wool over me | |
| And I ll fight but there s nothing here I find to resist | |
| And the winds started up and the lady is risen |
| She loves full and true, as a fighting bequest | |
| She was given her earth by a sea come to rest | |
| And the children she bore loved this truly too much | |
| Calloused pride come to die in our hands as we touch | |
| And so soften me now, let me take as it s given | |
| For the wind' s started up and the lady is risen | |
| Is it snowing in London and warm in your bed | |
| Have I nothing to give you, I' m cold in your head | |
| But you' re burning in mine, come to rest off the train | |
| In the silence you' ve gone and the train comes again | |
| It s been years since I saw you, I' ve learned how to live | |
| And the love s back in swing and the lady is risen | |
| Tell me where have the saints gone, oh where is the pull | |
| Are they flourished in times that were guarded with wool | |
| You know limbless they marched till they fell off the map. | |
| Are you sick of them falling like crumbs on your lap | |
| You once told me that this isn' t all that there is | |
| And the band started up and the lady is risen. | |
| You know life isn' t always like the end of your novels | |
| All things might wind up but they always unravel | |
| And I ll watch you with eyes that can see I can see | |
| That you' re too good at pulling that wool over me | |
| And I ll fight but there s nothing here I find to resist | |
| And the winds started up and the lady is risen |