| Clays of Cold: Lyrics |
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Based on the Wilfred Owen poem ‘Futility’ Move him into the sun Gently its touch awoke him once Move him into the sun Gently its touch awoke him once Until this morning it always awoke him Until this morning it always awoke him At home whispering of the fields unsown Woke at once to the clays of a cold, cold, star See how it woke the seed Limbs so dear achieved are warm Think how it woke the seed Limbs so dear achieved still warm Until this morning it always awoke him Until this morning it always awoke him At home whispering of the fields unsown Woke at once to the clays of a cold, cold, star Sunbeams toil and love’s not slept at all Sunbeams toil and love’s not slept at all Sunbeams toil and love’s not slept at all Until this morning it always awoke him Until this morning it always awoke him Until this morning it always awoke him At home whispering of the fields unsown Woke at once to the clays of a cold, cold, star |