Westward Bound

Song Westward Bound
Artist Mark Hollis
Album Mark Hollis

Lyrics

Opaline through her hair
Born on an April tide
Glowing in the wonder of our first child
There my promise is
A spur
A rein
The world upon my back
The pressure upon this earth
Drought's heir
Sown my money
Sold my shirt
Sown my money
Migrate
Job on the threshing line
Mute I walk
Idle ground
Westward bound