Springtime in the country
Each time I'm shocked by the light
The world lying fallow and you are apart from me
Everything in my vision is movement and light
Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley
Springtime in the country
I can smell summer on its breath
Low and harrowed lie the fields in the heart of me
Everything in my vision, the pile turned to dust
Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley
This year I swear it will be buried in action
This year I swear it will be buried in words
Springtime in the country
So close to the sun


So close to the surface
So close to the casket
Useful as dust
Put my body to work
Springtime in the city
The canal banks are empty again
Grass crying out to be
Heated my body's estate
It's for the laughter of young women and men
An eyeball and trolley
Wildflower and barley
This year I swear it will be buried in action
This year I swear it will be buried in words
Springtime in the country
So close to the sun
So close to the surface
On the coast to the casket
Useful as dust
Only in our land
This year I swear it will be buried in action
This year I swear it will be buried in words
So close to the surface
On the coast to the casket
Useful as dust
Put my body away
Springtime through my window
Another month has not much longer now
The sun hesitates more
On each evening's darkening
But all things God allows
Remain above ground
Like grief and sweet memory
While flower and burning