It’s a Question of the Law of Return
 
Nature  preserves the land deepens the soil
But Prospero is spinning the stars from their orbits
Undoing the Laws
We may keep this place and be kept by it 
Is it too late

We talked all day til the apple light
Slid out under slate clouds and hit the valley side
His children ran to him in the farmyard
A dance is what his living 
Work done in patience and weariness

He unlocks the stoney acres with a key
Carved by the seasons forty years of patience, joy and grief
We weeded the field before the high blue scene
Down down down to the truth that lies between

Corncockles, bistort, blue chicory, bitter chamomile
Above our heads the swallows shine
Over the oat leys a zillion brimstone butterflies in the element of light
Warm smell of seawormwood love the coolness in my hands
I close my eyes
The closer I looked the more I saw in his simple search forward on a river of windfall life

Sometimes I feel tired and forlorn then I close my eyes and I see it
 
Immutable laws exquisite calculations
Narrow windows through which life evolves
The hinges on a gnats wing
A field of wild

He bends low and he comes up twenty years away
He’s just a young man digging in the changes

Can we prepare for these harder days?
Rough winds do shake us but to change us
like the buds of May and the leaves of winter

Immutable laws exquisite calculations
Narrow windows through which life evolves
The hinges on a gnats wing
A field of wild

Late Sunday the wind grew cool my back bent
Chaffinch still calling in the ash tree

Can you get to the question at the end he said
The bigger question - what I understood and what it meant?
It’s a question of the law of return
Can we come back to ourselves here?

He bends low and comes up twenty years away
He’s just a young man digging in the fields below the farmhouse
And the sound of the blade
And the light burning out
And it’s getting late now
And time is running out
And the stars are spinning round