The Detectorists

Will ya search the loamy earth for me?

Climb through the briar and bramble?

I will be your treasure

I knew the touch o' the kings

And the breath of the wind

And I knew the call of all the songbirds

They sang all the wrong words

I'm waitin' for you

I'm waitin' for you

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Will ya swim through the briny sea for me?

Roll along the ocean 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

Ooh-ooh (ooh) ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh (ooh) ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh (ooh) ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh (ooh) ooh-ooh

Will ya drift o'er the rollin' fields for me?

Hold me in your highest bough?

I will 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 waitin' for you

Still waitin' for you

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh