Out in the field where the lark it flies,
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Over the earth where my heart it lies,
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Oh how it sings when the west wind blows,
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Out in the field where no-one goes.
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Oh how I'm cold will you let me in,
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If you could hear me speak, where I would begin,
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Time it is past now and I roam free,
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Is it wrong to wish you still need me,
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is it wrong to wish you still need me.
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Out in the field where the lark it sings,
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There I was waiting for all love brings,
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There I stood and there I fell,
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Out in the field that I know well.
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Oh how I'm cold will you let me in,
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If you could hear me speak, where I would begin,
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Time it is past now and I roam free,
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Is it wrong to wish you still need me,
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is it wrong to wish you still need me.
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Out in the field where the lark resides,
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Here I'll remain where my heart can hide,
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Only the lark and the west wind know,
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I'm in this field where no-one goes.
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Oh how I'm cold will you let me in,
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If you could hear me speak, where I would begin,
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Time it is past now and I roam free,
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Is it wrong to wish you still need me,
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is it wrong to wish you still need me
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The Lark
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| Kate Rusby |
