Danny Bowyer - On the Fen

Lucky I'm no expert or I'd charge you for my words
I know just what I heard
When I was walking on the fen
The quiet graves were restless, and the restless ones all spoke
They were all in on the joke
When I was walking on the fen

I was no one's summer I was no one simple sum
I grew older with the drum
I was living on white bread
My old ancestors call to me, burn the baronet
I saw their ghosts up on the fen
I was living on white bread

I sought the great restorer but only found the elements
Some mountebank surrogate
When I was walking on the fen
Someone call the mender, my baptisms gone wrong
I was drowning all along
And I washed up on the fen

I was no one's summer I was no one simple sum
I grew older with the drum
I was living on white bread
My old ancestors call to me, burn the baronet
I saw their ghosts up on the fen
I was living on white bread
I was walking on the fen
I was walking on the fen

Written by:
Daniel Bowyer

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