And Also The Trees The Woman On The Estuary
There is a woman that I love Who lives in a house on the estuary The house is on its own Surrounded by spindly trees I see her kneeling down In a garden running wild With strawberries and many kinds of weeds Bring it up to me Bring it up now shining to me
The herring fleet glides Beneath the empty sky.
There is a woman that I love Who lives in a house on the estuary The land it slopes away The dilating sun Her hands are open with wrinkled seeds Long wings thresh in curves Above the bracken sway To the sea Bring it up, bring it up to me Bring it up now shining to me
The herring fleet glides Beneath the morning sky
