I'll Mount The Air

We watched the Radio 2 Folk Awards [on catch-up TV] at my brother's house on Monday evening. I loved this piece by The Unthanks - a reworking of a traditional folk song from Dorset.

I'll mount the air on swallows’ wings to find my dearest dear 

And if I lose my labour and cannot find him there 

I quickly will become a fish to search the roaring seas 

I love my love, because I know my lover he loves me 

I'll comb the air and ocean deep to find my dearest dear

In all my days and empty nights I cannot find him there

I swiftly will become a deer and scour the heathered moors

I'll find my love before the water falls on these shores

I'll cast all fear unto the wind and bring me to my soul

And if in danger he becomes and tumbles from my hold

I'll break the earth on which he lands and rest his head to sleep

I am my love because I know my lover, he is me

I'll mount the air on swallows wings to find my dearest dear

And if I lose my labour and cannot find him there

I quickly will become a fish to search the roaring seas

I love my love, because I know my lover he loves me 

A whisper, a memory, I can feel that you are near me

Oh I feel that you are near me, oh I wish you to be

I'm calling, I'm crying, in hope that you can hear me

Oh I feel that you are near me, oh I wish you to be