FLOW (Andrew Ranken & Joe Korner)
Such a cold day, end of February
North East wind blowing, rain, snow and sleet
Gulls wheeling, all in fluidity
Big river rolling on out to the sea
Boy racers wake me with the dawn
Burning it up, good to be born
It’s what things are, not what they seem
And that is wisdom she said to me
The clouds procession overhead
The birches dancing in the breeze
Nothing standing still, instead
A constant stream flowing over me
In deep shade of black poplar trees
In soil of pre-history
Along the river’s banks and leas
Bare bones and shattered weaponry
I’ll take it all, all you give me
Eyes wide to all there is to see
Right out there in front of me
And that is freedom she said to me
Vocal: Andrew Ranken
Acoustic guitar: Joe Korner
Acoustic and bottleneck guitars: Patmo Sheeran
Harmonicas: Nick Payne, Andrew Ranken
Backing vocals: Joe Korner