Lyrics

Another field in the corner Of a featureless land Between any other and another Not so much marginal as liminal Where time has come to a standstill A single crow takes off Disappearing in to the grey sky It's the year 749 or it's ten years ago Boundaries and edge lands Footpaths going nowhere Where the canal stops And Tesco's car park begins Between Angles and Britons Between different groups of Angles Between Northern and Southern Mеrcia The aboriginal's long gone Close to thе intersection Of the old Roman roads Watling Street running east to west Ryknild Street running north to south That's where the treasure was buried That's where the treasure was buried Now it's gone, now it's gone That's where the treasure was buried That's where the treasure was buried Now it's gone, now it's gone