And open your weary heart
Let me soothe away the woes
As will the sun bathe the land
"Not in these troubeld times
I'm not the one you pined for
No, not into calmer waters
I'm not the one your long for"
"But a scarecrow, an anathema to the world
Looking in from the outside
It's time to turn my back
Seek heartening in solitude"
The arch of sky is roof where I call it home
Drizzle of rain, the only music from now on
My bed is made from juniper's boughs
Autumn veils the sloughs with rime
Yet too fragile to bear a man