Hannah Martin 2018
Phil Henry
“A song about accents, and the creeping homogenisation of the modern world; about the shapes of lives formed by capitalism, removed from the land; about how home should be defined by the work you put into building it, not by chance of birth place. A song of belonging, and of welcome.”
Edgelarks: Wander by Edgelarks
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tf_0BwJi0CQ
Chorus: It’s not about your blood or the mud around your bones But the toil of your hands and the seeds they have sown The roots that you dig when you make your home For feet were made to wander I have a love for the land that I’ve known For the trees and fields by the sea where I’ve grown But I believe you should choose where you make your home For feet were made to wander My father’s father left the west when the war led him to roam His children they forgot the tongue that had been their father’s home The shapes of words were broken, by the city’s endless roar And the lines of accent spoken told their stories no more Clearance and enclosure took our fathers from the land They forgot their tongues, forgot the sun on their backs They did not know their brothers, so how could they lend a hand? They did not know themselves, so how could they make a stand? Plants that know how to survive throw seeds to the wind They put down roots in the place they thrive – that’s where they belong They make a wild garden, singing in the heart of town Such beautiful, varied weeds, they’re hard to trample down