The trees at the bottom of our garden
Were so thick that we had to cut bits off
So you can tell which one is ours
From the brightly coloured flowers
You can see over the fence from the top
But now I'm living in a concrete jungle
Wandering through streets that I don't know
All the buildings look the same
And the streets have similar names
But I know the way to go
From the headlamps of the cars on the A58
To the neon signs of clubs at night when I've been working late
To the cityscape that glitters when I'm walking on my own
Oh these Northern Lights will guide me home.
Guide me home, guide me home
When I feel like I'm walking on my own.
When all the buildings look the same
And the streets have similar names
Oh these Northern Lights will guide me home.
For a drink in my tiny little village
There was really only one place to go
If you want a night of fun
Was go straight down to the Sun
And we'd be back in bed before you know.
But now I'm out in this concrete jungle
Getting drunk with people I don't know
My ears still hear the beat
And I'm unsteady on my feet
But I know the way to go
From the headlamps of the cars on the A58
To the neon signs of clubs at night when I've been working late
To the cityscape that glitters when I'm walking on my own
Oh these Northern Lights will guide me home.
Guide me home, guide me home
When I feel like I'm walking on my own.
When my ears still hear the beat
And I'm unsteady on my feet
Oh these Northern Lights will guide me home.
Guide me home, guide me home
When I feel like I'm walking on my own
Guide me home, they'll guide me home
Oh these Northern Lights will guide me home.
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020
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