The Courier Lyrics
| Song | The Courier |
| Artist | Seth Lakeman |
| Album | Word Of Mouth (Limited Edition) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Come the courier alone, the high road winds you loose, | |
| Water smoothed the stones, but a weary figure stoops. | |
| Still in the night, there’s a curse he must find. | |
| Come the courier alone, and the flurry of suffering. | |
| Past the low-sinking bridge, for the surging river spring. | |
| Still in the night there’s a curse he must find. | |
| A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
| A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
| Come the courier alone, for the vivid woods ablaze. | |
| A wild fever forms the pinnacle of his gaze. | |
| Still in the night, there’s a curse he must find. | |
| A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
| A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
| Come the courier alone, for a courting moon, so bright. | |
| Come the wayside crowd, the silhouette of grey and white. | |
| Still in the night there’s a curse he must find. | |
| A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
| A mark in stone, the highway home. |
| Come the courier alone, the high road winds you loose, | |
| Water smoothed the stones, but a weary figure stoops. | |
| Still in the night, there' s a curse he must find. | |
| Come the courier alone, and the flurry of suffering. | |
| Past the lowsinking bridge, for the surging river spring. | |
| Still in the night there' s a curse he must find. | |
| A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
| A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
| Come the courier alone, for the vivid woods ablaze. | |
| A wild fever forms the pinnacle of his gaze. | |
| Still in the night, there' s a curse he must find. | |
| A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
| A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
| Come the courier alone, for a courting moon, so bright. | |
| Come the wayside crowd, the silhouette of grey and white. | |
| Still in the night there' s a curse he must find. | |
| A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
| A mark in stone, the highway home. |
| Come the courier alone, the high road winds you loose, | |
| Water smoothed the stones, but a weary figure stoops. | |
| Still in the night, there' s a curse he must find. | |
| Come the courier alone, and the flurry of suffering. | |
| Past the lowsinking bridge, for the surging river spring. | |
| Still in the night there' s a curse he must find. | |
| A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
| A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
| Come the courier alone, for the vivid woods ablaze. | |
| A wild fever forms the pinnacle of his gaze. | |
| Still in the night, there' s a curse he must find. | |
| A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
| A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
| Come the courier alone, for a courting moon, so bright. | |
| Come the wayside crowd, the silhouette of grey and white. | |
| Still in the night there' s a curse he must find. | |
| A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
| A mark in stone, the highway home. |
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