Mark Hollis — Westward Bound lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Westward Bound" by Mark Hollis.
Lyrics
Opaline through her hair
Born on an April tide
Glowing in the wonder of our first child
There my promise is
A spur
A rein
The world upon my back
The pressure upon this earth
Drought’s heir
Sown my money
Sold my shirt
Sown my money
Migrate
Job on the threshing line
Mute I walk
Idle ground
Westward bound