In younger times when it was spring
I climbed the hill and stood in the Eastern wind
On the other side the fence was down
And the meadow green, but empty
But I could see forever

The sky was gold the ground was hot
In city nights I tossed and turned, in the Southern wind
On the other side the bridge stood watch
Guarding the harbor
Still looking for
The future

In autumn days when it was clear
I watched the coastline from the mountains in the Western wind
Down below the sea would call me
And I would find the beaches dark and lonely
But I could see
The starlight
Darkness sure comes early, but it moves like a shadow on the hillside
Etched in snow I leave the doorway
Satisfied to hear the Northern wind cry
And it cries winter, winter