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Crispin's Day

from Hollow by Thom Ashworth

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The axle tree still bedded in the mire, this trilling in the blood
The call comes down the wire: "It's time to leave".
Did you hear what the thunder said: "Collect your things, get out of here"
The road's already pulling at your feet

Over shoulder glances up the path of second chances
And good intentions rusty with neglect
My overcoat is soaking as the morning comes in, smoking
Stubbing out a final cigarette

And time will tell the fortunate ones
Who crawled through the mud to a day in the sun

First light we'll be moving, rushing headlong to the future
Unreal city lost beyond the fog of war
A spectre in the distance as we swing the focus inward
Each man takes the moment squarely on the jaw

A time bomb of reprisals; the only sign of our arrival:
A scattering of ashes on the floor
And a hangover that passes like the sun through broken glasses
Wondering what the hell has all of this been for

And time will tell the fortunate ones
Who crawled through the mud to a day in the sun

Inertia spent and stalling, while the bloody rain keeps falling
Failing with a stutter and a start
A tally no-one counted, new cut valleys turned to mountains,
And Crispin's Day, it came and went unmarked

No knight in shining armour but the builder and the farmer
And the boy behind the counter in a shop
A list read out in silence, since the milk of human kindness has run out to the final, bitter drop

And time will tell the fortunate ones
Who crawled through the mud to a day in the sun

An hour since dawn has broken and not a man has spoken
The silence is no more than you'd expect
A cortege or an escort, and not a face looks distraught
Cos the truth is: we've all done things we regret

A lost game at the outset; The conclusion of the inquest -
That civil blood makes civil hands unclean
And mother holds the photo of a boy not coming home
All she has is all that might have been

And time will tell the fortunate ones
Who crawled through the mud to a day in the sun
When the battle's lost and won
Who crawled through the mud to a day in the sun

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from Hollow, released November 5, 2017

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Thom Ashworth London, UK

English folksinger and bassist, hailing from the South East but calling East London home. British traditional song led by acoustic bass guitar.

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