The boys pitched their old canvas in sun
And a scattered light swam around them
And they held up their chemical tin
Like a small god come to surround them
The night grew late
And the great white tree stopped
And the teacher heard words in the darkness
Found the boys laid out in the sun
Where the wild horse moves from his harness
This is the heaviest tree I ever carried
Has he lost himself Vielleicht
He's gone
The mountain your father loved
Has to face his death

He's gone

Close your eyes Your hands respond just as captured by the wind
But he is alone But he has no friends
But he is alone But he is alone

Closing his geography book
And the paper he finished knocking
Making all his books and his picks
Because he still couldn't stop his talking
The boys pitched their old campus at sun
And the scattered lights all around him
And they had all their candy content
Like a small garden to surround them
He followed them, he followed them
Up through the street, up through the street
Followed the path, followed the path
And away he went
He followed them, he followed them
Up through Swincombe, up through Swincombe
Followed the pathway
And away he went
And away he went
He followed them, he followed them
Up through Swincombe, up through Swincombe
Followed the pathway
And away he went
Closing his geography book
And the paper he finished knocking
Making all his books and his picks

Making all his books and his picks
Because he still couldn't stop his talking
And the paper he finished knocking
And the neighbourhood was covered in dark
And the world watching paper
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