And today in my mind I am revisiting
Just for you, oh, and also for me
I came to this place
Almost twenty three months ago
Then, as now, the sky was blue
The river tumbled and splashed
Like a poet planted
Some time before the snow
Blue, blue, big blue Friday afternoon
Beside the lonely, the only one, the River Erme
In between the then and now
Turbulence has been maintained
Turbulent mind, turbulent body
Turbulent health, turbulent wealth
From landing to leaving
Things were fluid and rolling
My head was full of love, my body was tired or alive
I was ill, I was well, I was poor, I was paid
The sheep graze these windswept moors
Lambs born amongst the driving rain
Alongside the gorse and the reeds
A crop cut grass pleads to grow
Those crazy beasts keep on mowing
There love-stock are dropped and fawned
Where it’s rough it’s ready
Why should we ever misconceive
And the bleat breaks
That waterfall of springtime silence
Alone amongst a thousand acres
Chasing after mother, after mother nature
No more whingeing or whining
Springtime springs once again
In a world beyond the shoulder
Whatever we can believe, she can give more
