In the Deepest - Johnny Flynn

In the deepest, in the dark

In the colour of the fox’s bark

I see my hand in folded glory

Painted picture of an untold story

In the thickets, in the fence

In the marching of a thousand men

Faintest whisper, a lovers' yearning

The land’ll tell you that the story’s burning

I saw light, she had death in her lands

I saw the ring on my mother’s hands

Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, oh

Gloria, oh

I’ll be the earth, I’ll be the sky

You be the mystery and don’t tell me why

Cut through disaster, cut through the pines

I indicate you, I see the signs

This streelight’s charging, I’m coursing through

I’m every sunrise, I’m the morning dew

Strangers bend to help me, strangers stretch and guide me

Some that carry omens wandered right beside me

I saw light, she had death in her lands

I saw the ring on my mother’s hands

Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, oh

Gloria, oh