Hanging Valleys Behind The Backs Of Houses
Behind houses the
Rooftops guide my eyes
Swallows wheeling high
Through the peaceful sky
Behind the houses
I have found a place
Of my own
My wilderness
I'll be staying
Under a canopy
Tall trees in the breeze
White sheets sail the wind
Air waves on my skin
Behind the houses
I have found a place
Of my own
My wilderness
I'll be staying