Bonedigger

Johnny Flynn

One, two, three, four

Bone-digger-bone, digger
Diggerbone

I am the child of many countries
Many changing lands
Many shifting sands
I am the fruit of several trees
Being born to mend
By a million hands
do what you can

Bone-digger-bone, digger
Diggerbone
Bone-digger-bone, digger
Diggerbone
Bone-digger-bone, digger
Diggerbone

My story sung by a thousand tongues
I'm a braided stream
I'm a waking dream
I am the breath of a thousand lungs
Where the mountains gleam
And the marsh is deep
In the old regime

Bone-digger-bone, digger
Diggerbone
Bone-digger-bone, digger
Diggerbone
Bone-digger-bone, digger
Diggerbone

You're the change in the weather
You're the wing to my feather
At the end of my tether
You piece me together
Diggerbone

I am the tale with a million men
From an empty throne
To a conflict zone
On the turn of the world 
When your covers blown
And the birds have flown
And your fates unknown

Bone-digger-bone, digger
Diggerbone
Bone-digger-bone, digger
Diggerbone
Bone-digger-bone, digger
Diggerbone

You're the change in the weather
You're the wing to my feather
At the end of my tether
You piece me together
Diggerbone
Diggerbone
Diggerbone