And Also The Trees - Gone...Like the Swallows текст песни

Balancing on the wind
Leaning on the cliff edge wind, in limbo
He watches sand running through the fingers
Of his left hand into the palm of his right.
He sees someone walking in a hot dry wasteland.
Young, hesitant steps.
Recognizes her crooked fringe and narrow eyes,
Threadbare, summer patterned, dirty cotton flowered dress
Scratched ankles and nail bitten hands.
Wanted to touch her cool brown hair
But she was gone...
And his old tired face was as still as ever.
An aeroplane hummed way up in the sky,
High up, high up above the clouds.
A green teapot and a pair of boots,
A broken pocket, watch and chain,
A born dead baby pig
Lying, pure white... bloodless
Soft and smooth as a gloved lady's hand.
A spinning wheel, a bill hook
An umbrella, empty bottles, a tin bath, rip saw,
A hat stand and a slate grey pill box hat,
They sailed past his grabbing hands
And were gone like the swallows.
Stuttered words, stuttered words
Voices asking questions he cannot hear,
"Come and find us,
Step back or you'll fall"
But the aeroplane is humming so loud now.
Trying to cling to the summer cotton
Light threadbare patterned sleeveless
Flowered dirty carnation sunflower
Sweatstained primrose threadbare
Dirty disappearing decaying flowered
Fading cotton forgotten fucking summer dress
But it is gone...
Gone like the swallows