Hayland

I SEE THE SWALLOW THAT SWOOPS

IN UNDER THE ELECTRICITY LINE

BETWEEN THE HOUSE AND THE ROAD

THROUGH TIME AND MIND

AND I REMEMBER HAYLAND

WHEN HAY WAS DRIED ON RACKS

ON EVERY FIELD AROUND US

LIKE A SIDEWAYS ALMANAC

I SEE THE TITMOUSE THAT CUTS

ACROSS THE OPEN SPACE TOWARDS

WHERE THE PARALLEL

OF THE RAILWAY RAN

LIKE A STRING FOR AN AUGMENTED CHORD

COMING HOME TO HAYLAND

THERE'S A SWEET DARJEELING SCENT

FROM EVERY FIELD AROUND US

WHERE THE NARROW GAUGE ONCE WENT

I'M COMING HOME TO HAYLAND

THERE'S A SWEET DARJEELING SCENT

FROM EVERY FIELD AROUND US,

WHERE THE NARROW GAUGE ONCE WENT

THROUGH TIME AND MIND