| High Country |
| There's a girl who lives in the high country Where the willows do not weep And the rain falls softly and gently And does not disturb her sleep There's a girl who lives in the high country Who lives on tea and dreams And I know that she does not love me But she plays the game so well "Sit by my side and tell me boy Is the Milky Way that far? Is the universe really expanding? Tell me who you are?" I am a bondsman - a poor man I am a ghettoman - I am a thief Who saw the gutterman who has no compassion Who heard the widow who cannot weep In the backstreets, in the poor towns I hear a thunder which cannot roll Mine are the eyes that steal from the orphanage A groveller, groping in the grime Inside is a Congo-jungle-beast-lion-leopard-man A tiger-man from Timbuktu Even a lover-man strutting down the avenue A winding river searching for the sea... And she said that she understood me She thought I was complex and sensitive "Here" she said, "hold my hand, And have a muffin!" "Do you see the clouds boy? Do you see the ship? Do you see the duck? Do you love me?" Brick by brick the empire is crumbling Stone by stone it cracks and folds Dreams of phantoms plotting in the jungle Vengeance in the elephant grass Someone's been at the liquor cabinet She's sure someone's been wearing her shoes All around her chaos and anarchy Light and reason overthrown "I'm sure" she says, "they will attack the embassy, Take me home, take me home!" There's a wind that blows through the high country Where the mansion used to stand And it blows through the broken down garden Where she once held my hand. La, la, la, la... |