Patrick Wolf - Hymn of the Haar

The path here over winter grew With wild madder and rest harrow I came to tread another in At the end of spring I walk my miseries here on a leash The strait of Dover A silver verisimilar Damascun road The sea wrack brought in this afternoon A boy in the shape of a balloon His jumper a rashidun green Came clear there was no rousing him So, I wrote for him a name Before the police came To tarpaulin and erase the evidence Crisis to crisis Life needn't be like this, or must it? And must I be oblivious nor ask why Just to hear the hymn of the haar Or haul away to harbour Easterlies at Shakespeare cliff provoking the precipice Here come the lee waves shuddering the nape of bluff enough delusion My crop will fail The scansion of the spindrift binds me to the metre of despair Crisis to crisis Life once was not like this, or was it? Or was I too delirious to realise or to hear The hymn of the haar And haul away to harbour The shadow needs the light To keep its void in sight The left wing needs the right To keep the beast in flight Skylark to bugloss To self heal to cormorant To samphire to plover No bluebird flies over Here in the hymn of the haar As we haul away to harbour Or were the voices just too loud today to let you tell anybody? Or back across the bar them pray, "Oft him anhaga are gebideð."