There's a world where you run from and world where you get
I was running from the red line with a wren in my sight
Smallest wing and deepest sky as i leave from my feet
Through the bellows the the valleys and the crowdings of trees
Well we kicked earth by the railway till the burrows came free
We stole out from the village and the reach of the see
Bird of bee, bread and water and a sheltering bough
Bee of bird bred by the holly and the candlelit din
There's a world where you come from and world where you get
I was running for the red line with a wren in my sight
Bird of bee, bread and water and a sheltering bough
Bee of bird bred by the holly and the candlelit din