And Also The Trees The Cyclone
Through the back door The cyclone sailed her heart Through the house she flows And lifts his bride from the ground And through the trees He clung to them both And their twisted sheets Don't know why she came here But she won't take her away. And by the vineyard wall He caught her flaxen hair And the cyclone paused And stayed where he held her high Her eyes stroked the plain Far far away.
Through the black port The cyclone sailed her heart Where the bora blows A wind that cries through the town Across the sea She says she won't go In these foreign streets And the road that came here Is the road that takes you away. By the station wall She left them standing there Her eyes stroked the plain Far far away.
