Gone Like The Swallows Lyrics - And Also The Trees

Balancing on the wind 

Leaning on the cliff edge wind, in limbo 

He watched 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 

Recognised her crooked fring 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 high up in the sky 

Way up above the clouds 

A green teapot, 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 

A hat stand and a slate grey pill box hat 

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 was gone... 

Gone like the swallows