Kate Rusby & Nic Jones - The Lark

Out in the field where the lark it flies

Over the earth where my heart it lies

Oh how it sings where the west wind blows

Out in this field where no-one goes.

 Oh how I'm cold will you let me in

 If you could hear me speak, where would I begin

 Time it is past and now I roam free

 Is it wrong to wish you still need me.

Out in the field where the lark it sings

There I was waiting for all love brings

There I stood and there I fell

Out in the field that I know well.

Out in the field where the lark resides

Here I'll remain where my heart can hide

Only the lark and the west wind know

I'm in this field where no-one goes.

      Quando a canção sai da sala de espectáculo e é interpretada nos campos, pomares, jardins ou florestas ganha mais autenticidade. Neste caso os versos falam do canto de uma cotovia, do vento e da liberdade.