almajur

Walk the road that we were walking Dreading the long way, dreading the cold wind See, all your hair looks much like the Carline thistle alongside Silver and all dry Treat it like the flower She's been your favourite for long You've told my mother before i was born It may get thinner - but how it shone! Paling all the mountains peering down on you I've walked the road next to your daughter Dreading a long day, dreading the roads end Breathing the air of old firs and the curling River alongside, worried and red eyed And all the firs, threatened by the river for so long Yet keep growing long after we're gone And even taller until they fall Down the leaning - where the seedlings grow So show me a part of a house on fire, that after the rain Is time and again, after the rain is whole Find me a book in the cinder and smoke Silver and gold in the hollow under the charred pine floor Find me a place they could walk with no cane And i'll part with my name And in part share the pain But after the waning Oh in a way, we're the weathered hay Burnt off the roof - but there anyway Part of the rain we are!