And I fell heavy into your arms These days of darkness_which we’ve known Will blow away with this new sun_
And I’ll kneel down_wait for now and I’ll kneel down_know my ground
_and I will wait, I will wait for you_
So break my step_and relent _you forgave and I won’t forget_ know what we’ve seen_ and him with less now in some way__Shake the excess__
_But I will wait, I will wait for you_
So I’ll be bold_as well as strong and use my head alongside my heart So tame my flesh_and fix my eyes That tethered mind free from the lies_
Raise my hands_paint my spirit gold _and bow my head_keep my heart slow
Cause I will wait, I will wait for you.
After the Brit Awards of last night, I definitely love these guys. The band won an award for Best British Group and that was more than deserved. I really love folk music_ and the particularity of Mumford & Sons is that all band members variously play guitar, drums, keyboard instruments, bass guitar, and traditional folk instruments such as banjo, mandolin,and resonator guitar.
Plus they were increasing their visibility in West London and together with other bands, gave rise to the label “West London folk scene”. Marcus Mumford said:
Someone got over-excited about a few bands who live in a hundred-mile radius and put it in a box to sell it as a package. It’s a community, not a scene. It’s not exclusive_
Taking over this town, they should worry,
But these problems aside I think I taught you well.
That we won’t run, and we won’t run, and we won’t run.
And in the winter night sky ships are sailing,
Looking down on these bright blue city lights.
And they won’t wait, and they won’t wait, and they won’t wait.
We’re here to stay, we’re here to stay, we’re here to stay.
Howling ghosts they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear
But you’re a king and I’m a lionheart.
A lionheart.
His crown lid up the way as we moved slowly
Pass the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind.
Though far away, though far away, though far away
We’re still the same, we’re still the same, we’re still the same.
Howling ghost they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear
But you’re a king and I’m a lionheart.
And in the sea that’s painted black,
Creatures lurk below the deck
But you’re the king and I’m a lionheart.
And as the world comes to an end
I’ll be here to hold your hand
Cause you’re my king and I’m your lionheart.