Kate Rusby - The lark

^GOut in the fi^Deld where the l^Cark it fli^Ges, ^EmOver the ear^Dth where my he^Cart it lies^G, ^GOh how it si^Dngs when the w^Cest wind blows^G, ^COut in the fi^Geld where no^D-one goes. ^G

^EmOh how I'm col^Dd will you l^Cet me in,^G If you could hea^Cr me spea^Gk, where ^CI would begin, ^{D Em}Time it is pa^Dst now and ^CI roam free,^G Is it wro^Cng to wis^Gh you sti^Dll need m^Ge, is it wron^Cg to wish you^G still need^D me. ^G

^GOut in the fi^Deld where the l^Cark it si^Gngs, ^EmThere I was wa^Diting for a^Cll love bring^Gs, ^GThere I st^Dood and th^Cere I fell^G, ^COut in the f^Gield that ^DI know wel^Gl.

^GOut in the fi^Deld where the la^Crk reside^Gs, ^EmHere I'll rem^Dain where my h^Ceart can hid^Ge, ^GOnly the la^Drk and the wes^Ct wind know,^{G C}I'm in this fi^Geld where no-o^Dne goes. ^G