Will Varley - Until The Grass Gets Greener

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BBC Music Introducing Cambridgeshire

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@Shadoira 7 ай бұрын

I heard this song so many times several years ago… I assumed that when I heard it again that I wouldn’t quite understand my reason for loving it so much. But here I am just living my life and I come across this beautiful tune once again! So I’m glad that beautiful music still stands out to me. I’m happy that I still care. Thanks, Will Varley!

@JoeHetherington 8 жыл бұрын

honestly one of the best song writers of our generation... beautiful poetry to a guitar with every song... either that or just hilarious. If you get the chance to see Will live, do it. Most intimate and also fun gig that I've ever been to. Speaks right into your heart

@TheBoyFromNorfolk Жыл бұрын

I've been listening to Will since I moved back to Cambridgeshire after university, saw him live and loved his work ever since. I moved county, then moved country, and I met my wife in a sleepy town at the edge of the world. I didn't know this song was about us life until I heard it, and now I cry when I hear it. Thanks Will.

@Wreckhead1988 Жыл бұрын

Glad to see someone else is still listening. If it comes up in my playlist I can't help but listen. I too met my partner over 3000 miles away. This song feels the same to me.

@upendasana7857 8 жыл бұрын

This man is such a powerful songwriter,he really is a scribe for our times.

@CloudTapes-Sal 9 жыл бұрын

In case anyone was curious... Can't hear everything perfectly, but this is mostly it. For twenty winters I was cold, and on my heart there settled snow. The darkest places I would roam, looking for a medicine for my soul. My friends and I would chase the stars, and from those battles we're still scarred. We'd feed ourselves from the tombs and the dungeons 'neath the city loom. And I'd often pray as I roamed the street that an angel might fall at my feet, that every time the morning came, a blanket of ice lay on my brain. As the city burned in the rebel scream, from my attic window I could dream, and I told myself to give it time, 'til the grass gets greener on our side In early spring when the lambs are still blind, I walked across this land of mine, and the wheel as wild as a foreign land, I took my first steps as a man. In a sleepy town, I stopped to rest where the winds hit heavy along the cliffs. That's where I saw her standing there with big brown eyes and long brown hair; Where she looked at me with a face so kind, like I'd known her since the beginning of time. And we fell into another tense, where the machines of war don't make no sense; where the money's as empty as the barrel of a gun; where the winter never seemed to come. Well I don't need money when I've got your eye, 'til the grass gets greener on our side. Well I'd build you a house by the sea with a blue and white door and an apple tree, and from there we'll see the summers by, taking or leaving the world outside; as them politicians come and go, and they'll build their empires and their roads. We'll hide behind the rolling hills, and they'll hide behind their dollar bills, and they'll claim that they have it all, and all they've ever had's them cannon balls, which they fire through the setting sun. The sun doesn't care what they have done. We'll bury the ground beneath our feet, for our blue and white door and our apple tree, and I'll take care of your worried mind until the grass gets greener on our side And if our grass stays golden brown, from the shadows cast upon the ground, buy me a brush and a tin of green dye, and I'll paint the grass 'neath the Autumn sky. And if a stranger rests between our hearts, if death should ever do us part, and our molecules turn into dust, we'll travel through this universe, and in a thousand trillion years, on a far out planet through the stratosphere, where you and I will be together again, because love doesn't care about time and space. But instead of humans, we will be two little rocks on a windswept beach, and we'll sit there for the rest of time 'til the grass gets greener on our side.

@Hellion6325 8 жыл бұрын

I think it's "and they'll claim that they have it all"