Foundling from Watershed by Edgelarks: Phillip Henry and Hannah Martin

A cold railway station
1950-something
They've never been here before
They'll never be here again

And the precious load they carry
It breaks them, it's so heavy
They know they have to set it down
Though it is a part of them

Foundling, oh foundling
Lost at the beginning
But you've found that you don't know your own strength
And you'll never be lost again

They came here for a better life
They came here for a secret
They came here to leave with hands clean
To return, to begin again

And who knows what it cost them
But we know what it cost you
An overcast morning
And more than your share of rain

Chorus

Was your mother very young?
Swept up in some first love,
Alone, and then you came along
And she had to make herself alone again

And was your father a gambler?
I'm sure he liked the horses
But perhaps he kicked the habit
When he lost his greatest bet?

Chorus

And I think I can see your father
He's kneeling, yes he's praying
To a god in which he does not believe,
Who gave him his reason for travelling

And I think I can see your mother
She follows you through your years
In her mind, a phantom life
Her eyes are a bit like mine

Chorus x3

• Folk
• acoustic
• beatbox harmonica
• dobro
• fusion
• singer-songwriter
• United Kingdom