I'll be out back.
Checking on Darling Wendy.
And the cows and their bells...
the bulls and their shit.
I'll take them by the horns if I have to
or leave them in peace, I will try to.
If it so be more music should fill the hills,
I'll sing the best that I can.
For you. And for me.
If the hills so call for more silence,
still shall I be.
Looking for clues that snow will fall
Wondering why there is no moon
Listening for the shepherd's call
Looking for remnants or promises of June
Looking for tracks of the wild horses
I love it when they run
Are you okay?
I'm looking for you hun,
Be home soon.