The Lark - Kate Rusby, Nic Jones

Out in the field where the lark it flies

Over the earth where my heart it lies

Oh how it sings where the west wind blows

Out in this field where no-one goes

Oh how I’m cold will you let me in

If you could hear me speak, where would I begin

Time it is past and now I roam free

Is it wrong to wish you still need me

Is it wrong ot wish you still need me

Out in the field where the lark it sings

There I was waiting for all love brings

There I stood and there I fell

Out in the field that I know well

Out in the field where the lark resides

Here I’ll remain where my heart can hide

Only the lark and the west wind know

I’m in this field where no-one goes

Out in the