[00:00.00] 作词 : Hayden Thorpe/Robert Macfarlane[00:01.00] 作曲 : Hayden Thorpe/Robert Macfarlane[00:07.92]He nears Ness. He moves through the marshes much as mud might. You couldn't call it walking; this march matches no known gait. He pours himself forwards; pours, sets, melts & pours again, in a looping flow, learnt part from otter & part from water.[00:26.97]He nears Ness. He moves through marshes, this march matches no one’s gait. He pours himself forwards, skipping looping flow learnt from otter.[00:41.91]Willow weaves in him, weaves him in: roots & leafs making & remaking his bones with ceaseless invention a throng of bird song in every direction.[00:57.78]Wrens' notes sharp as needles sewing thread.[01:10.98]Blackbirds chinking like pennies on glass.[01:13.71]Kew-kew scold of buzzards, clack of skua,[01:18.21]The godwit's call which is red and gold & ever the jag & haggle of the gulls[01:27.12]& ever the jag & haggle of the gulls.[01:39.84]So he pours himself onwards noisily through the woods, the marshes & along the beach. His birds are becoming excited. Their songs bright lines looping silver through the air.[01:56.37]From within him he can hear Oven-Bird, Hay-Jack Mavis & Coddy-Moddy, Magareen, Fulfer & the Rain-Bird, all singing the high notes - the oversong.[02:12.21]From within him he can hear Butcher Bird, Shriek-Devil, Howler & Screech-Owl; right in their darkness for what's going on, all singing the low notes - the undersong.[02:27.12]Wrens' notes sharp as needles sewing thread.[02:27.96]Blackbirds chinking like pennies on glass.[02:28.83]Kew-kew scold of buzzards, clack of skua,[02:48.36]The godwit's call which is red and gold, & ever the jag & haggle of the gulls.[02:55.17]Wrens' notes sharp as needles sewing thread.[02:56.04]Blackbirds chinking like pennies on glass.[02:56.91]Kew-kew scold of buzzards, clack of skua,[03:12.27]The godwit's call which is red and gold, & ever the jag & haggle of the gulls[03:18.87]& ever the jag & haggle of the gulls.