Detectorists (Full Studio Version)

Will you search the loamy earth for me Climb through the brier and bramble? I'll be your treasure I felt the touch of the kings, and the breath of the wind I knew the call of all the song birds They sang all the wrong words I'm waiting for you I'm waiting for you Would you swim through the briny sea for me Roll along the ocean's floor? I'll be your treasure I'm with the ghosts of the men who can never sing again There's a place, follow me, where a love lost at sea Is waiting for you Is waiting for you Would you drift o'er the rolling fields for me Hoard me in the highest bough? I'll be your treasure But in history's rhyme, there's a place and a time And a truth to the gold that the folds cannot hold I'm waiting for you I'm waiting for you