Edge Of The Night

Deep in the bleak mid winter
Deep in the darkest hours of the night
I was just thirteen years old
And on the the run

For just beyond the coal-black curtain
And just beyond the church bell’s brittle toll
Came the sound of guns a-beating 
In the cold

flee! take flight!
a candle burns on the edge of the night
a fox will slip through the acres of pine
there’ll be a snowmelt at the end of the line

so with only our padded boot and layered coat on
a small bag of books and some fleshy bones
we caught a lone cattle train that was rattlin’ through the wold

Flee! take flight!
A candle burns on the edge of the night
A fox will slip through the acres of pine
There’ll be a snowmelt at the end of the line

Lyrics © Joseph Daniel Pogson