Marissa Nadler – My Little Lark

Sooner or later

I will see you or something

When we talked in the night

To the sound of the broken swing

In the beginning

Stars I would fancy

And we’d walk in the night

To the sound of the surf crashing

Further and further

Are you growing now

Further and further

Is this walk

Further and further

Are you growing now

My little lark

Oh, to my sweet one

In the days of the long run

In the fall looking among

The fields of green and blue

Where did you fly to

Little blue

Sooner or later

I’ll be seeing you

In all the markings on the wall

Sooner or later

Will you come to me

Going to tend the body of a willow tree

Love again little lark, Love again