Mais um no lombo (II)

The old man's come to see

The way the land lies over

Come to see the way the clouds roll.

He wants to know if cowslips still grow

On the hill where he kissed his girl

And if the sky turns just the same

When the wind blows from the west

Above the old town in the distance

And the village in the field.

He wants to see the graveyard by the church

And watch the clock and see the boys

Throwing stones at the skylarks

Just the way they were.

The old man's come to see

The way the trees fall on the land with the sunset

And smell the grass as it blows through the fields.

The old man's come to see

The way the land lies beneath the sky.

He wants to know if the rain that falls is just the same

And the way the clouds stretch open

And hang there like a veil.

And the ocean to the north

It sings the same song and turns

From blue-grey into green.

The old man's come to see

The way the land lies beneath the sky

To watch the shadows of the clouds racing by.

"The way the land lies", And Also The Trees.