Pastoral Fantastic

(Harry Flowers)

White lines are slicing up our skies, love

Dividing you and I, love

Reminding you of home

Why, love?

We settled here like seeds, oh

We're growing you and me, oh

Leaning into the sun's glow...

I suppose every time you feel the wind in your hair

It whispers to you and you feel like you were never really there

And every memory that you cling to like the earth

Gets carried away

Carried away

Carried away, oh

Carried away and over and on

Over the factory, over the farm

The brick of the town and the forest of stone

Over the fen and the fell and the foam

Off with the crows and the hornpipe drone

Tumbling back 'til your almost gone

Carried away with the cradle blown 

Down the back of your head to your childhood home

Close to the hearth and close to the bone

Into the mist where the seed was sown

Into the deep you Leviathan

Lyonesse and Avalon

And over and over and over and over and on...

White lines are sliding down our skies, love

The silver birdies fly, love

Carrying you home


© hf, Lisbon, April 2009

Harry Flowers

Come swing along with old man Pan...

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