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!