He had a vision of a woman
Walking through the corn fields
Pushing aside the ears of corn
Brushing away the years and the storms
He had a vision of a man
Walking behind him
Holding out his hand and watching the sun
Waiting for someone
He had a vision of a ship that sailed
Across the ocean tides turning
Turning with his eyes fixed
On some new horizon
He had a vision of a baby in a cot
He had a vision of an old man's wrath
