"There's no hope in that song in itself, it's about that particular moment in time when you're just really, really terrified of talking about what's happening to you."
- Karine Polwart
What will I tell to my love this morning?
What will I tell to my love this day?
When I feel like the earth that is under my feet
Is slipping and sliding,
Slipping and sliding away.
What will I tell to my son this evening?
What will I tell him when I come home?
When I feel like the words I am bearing this night
Are etched upon my grave
Etched upon my own gravestone.
What will I tell to the world that’s waiting?
What will I tell to the world my friend?
When I can't see the road I am travelling on
All I can see
All I can see is the end.
