Land's End

Well the winter it came, my love And I did not know my own name So I drove down that old country road And the spirits conjured something Grey clouds over storms did roll And I searched for you in the cyclone For my love, I will bleed And I drive till I set myself free To land's end Oh, oh To land's end Oh, oh To land's end Ask a soothsayer and old men wives Where the witches burnt for all our lies Past the motorways and city lights That my soul be free and spirit fly To land's end Oh, oh To land's end Oh, oh To land's end To land's end