One grey January day,
as we trod the
as we trod the
banks, barrows
and ditches of
Bratton Camp,
and ditches of
Bratton Camp,
the White Horse below
slowly greying to the
town's shame,
the granite sky split open
and bled sunlight.
"When you're lovers in a dangerous time
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But nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight --
Got to kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight"
Bruce Cockburn - Lovers in a Dangerous Time (1983)
Lyrics & Commentary:
http://cockburnproject.net/songs&music/liadt.html
Performed:
http://youtu.be/NKjgJ3oLJqE
(Do love the original 1983 studio version, though!)
:) No need to approve comment, but hope you enjoy the song. I think it's quite evocative -- much like your poem.
I'd not heard of the song, or the performer for that matter, so thanks for the link.
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