Springtime in the countryEach time I'm shocked by the lightThe world lying fallow and you are apart from meEverything in my vision is movement and lightRiverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barleySpringtime in the countryI can smell summer on its breathLow and harrowed lie the fields in the heart of meEverything in my vision, the pile turned to dustRiverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barleyThis year I swear it will be buried in actionThis year I swear it will be buried in wordsSpringtime in the countrySo close to the sunSo close to the surfaceSo close to the casketUseful as dustPut my body to workSpringtime in the cityThe canal banks are empty againGrass crying out to beHeated my body's estateIt's for the laughter of young women and menAn eyeball and trolleyWildflower and barleyThis year I swear it will be buried in actionThis year I swear it will be buried in wordsSpringtime in the countrySo close to the sunSo close to the surfaceOn the coast to the casketUseful as dustOnly in our landThis year I swear it will be buried in actionThis year I swear it will be buried in wordsSo close to the surfaceOn the coast to the casketUseful as dustPut my body awaySpringtime through my windowAnother month has not much longer nowThe sun hesitates moreOn each evening's darkeningBut all things God allowsRemain above groundLike grief and sweet memoryWhile flower and burning