If you've been reading the lyrics, you've guessed by now that I'm living deep in the French countryside, in an old farmhouse....ah life!
Lyrics
Down the tractor track
between the paddock back
behind the ruined barn and
last century’s lindens we
were wondering,
watching
the wind blowing
the spring grasses, bluebottles,
buttercups and nettles and nestling
in the branches groaning with nesting
thrushes, new leaves and old owls and
roaming the valley
with the sounds of hounds and
birdshot, and we
were watching,
wondering
as if in the presence of
not quite the wind
not quite these things
but the movement between
as if movement is
a living being and being
then this too must have a name.
And so we watch
and wonder on
the names of things.
