Issue No 131 The Courier Lyrics

Come the courier alone, the high road winds you loose,
Water smoothed the stones, but a weary figure stoops
Still in the night,
There's a curse he must find

Come the courier alone, and the flurry of suffering
Past the low sinking bridge, for the surging river spring
Still in the night,
There's a curse he must find

A mark in stone, the highway home
A mark in stone, the highway home

Come the courier alone, for the vivid woods ablaze
A wild fever forms the pinnacle of his gaze
Still in the night,
There's a curse he must find

A mark in stone, the highway home
A mark in stone, the highway home

Come the courier alone, for a courting moon, so bright
Come the wayside crowd, the silhouette of grey and white
Still in the night,
There's a curse he must find

A mark in stone, the highway home
A mark in stone, the highway home