Burdett Ballad from Roesy (2010) by Roesy

Restless heart, trace singing stream.
Dark of night, find lucid dream.
Tower block kiss, pink cherry wild.
Bravery, lead the brand-new child.

Each new sun, the soul greets alone.
Silence swells beyond flesh and bone.
All we fail to say and realize—
Each freedom born bears no disguise.

And what have we lost?
What have we become?
What have we lost?
Who will we be when our race is run?

Meadow gold, born to sun and rain.
Seasons change, but the goal remains the same.
One last dance and chance for the heart to be—
The light of man and not the root of greed.

Gentle ways that ask of nothing in return,
Just to pray and only hope to learn.
Amazing grace and space in place of time,
A mother’s love is the bell with the sweetest chime.

And what have we lost?
Yeah, what have we become?
What have we lost?
And who will we be when our race is run?

Restless heart, trace singing stream.
Dark of night, find lucid dream.
Tower block kiss, pink cherry wild.
Bravery, lead the brand-new child.

• Acoustic
• Ambient Folk
• Electronic
• alternative folk
• folk
• Melbourne