When the frost is in my hair And the baying hounds of verse
abate When the swallows of my songs Fly away on
careless wings To the lands of better pay
When my
brain is nought but clay The seams of dreams abandoned in the
pit When my final breath is spilt When I am cold and
blind as salt And the worming wheels are
still
Carry me home carry me back Through hawthorn
winds and cuckoo spit To where the cliffs chalk the
seas With seagull songs and jackdaw dreams
Carry
me home carry me high Bury my face into the sky And
tell them all I just called by For you
Catherine
When the scar of life is healed The gape
of flesh closed against the day When I am nought that I have
known When I am thin as watered wine And lost to time
again
Carry me home carry me down The run rolled
hills the giants frown The bramble blood the earth cut
vein When I am gone take me back again
Carry me
home carry me high Bury my face into the sky And tell
them all I just called by For you Catherine
Carry
me home carry me high Bury my face into the sky And
tell them all I just called by For you
Catherine Catherine