Your touch, your smell, the chill I feel,
Wondrin’ if you’d ever be back for real,
With a soft gentle wind you had gone,
In my heart remains, the kindness you’ve done.
In a tree by the brook,
there’s a songbird who sings;
the song of the Concord.
A beauteous cat;
strolls down the lawn
gets gobbled up by my dog!
wild wind blows,
within the forbidden fences!
It stands on the edge of civilization,
fed by a ghost town road.
Rising far away to the great valley,
my nerves tremble at all the hateful
things that lurk in this hateful place!
Would you believe in what you believe in if you were the only one that believed it?