Feather from Feather by Edgelarks: Phillip Henry and Hannah Martin

Sometimes we don't know where a feather's from
Sometimes we don't know if our hope belongs
But sealed in its mystery lie days of sky-lit flight
The places that we go to in our dreams

The kite is a revenant returning to the wing
I cannot count the miles of his brave westering
But perhaps he flew much further than the last time that we met
And left his token here in the West

Feather in the dark, feather in the dark
Sometimes all you need to find
Lying in your hand, like hope in the morning

The woodpecker hides amongst the tallest trees
And the drilling of his drum is the most you'll likely see
But perhaps he took a chance in a strange moorland heat
To leave a glossy gift at my feet

The hoopoe is rare in our grey northern skies
But perhaps an adventurer left me a surprise
Riding on a blue moon from some sunny southern plain
To leave me a reminder of his name

I found a feather in the dark, I did not know its name
But for me it was a treasure I held on to just the same

A buzzard or a harrier, a cuckoo or a jay
A pheasant or a partridge, it does not matter either way
For sealed in its mystery beats hope's strong wing
Showing the way that we should fly in our dreams

• Dartmoor
• Folk
• acoustic
• banjo
• beatbox harmonica
• dobro
• feather
• fusion
• hope
• singer-songwriter
• United Kingdom