Spring's green sagging trees complete the frame
Horizon masks the underbrush below
I wander up the street each time the same
But who I'll have beside I would not know
The hill over the hills can reach the sky
And many a lazy cloud has taken rest
But if I ever found myself that high
I'd ponder just as far as I could West
Faded somewhere out that foggy way
A voice will sometimes call my name aloud
I do regret I won't hear what she'll say
But still the Spring goes on benieth the cloud
   The past and I alone will never mend
   The threads that reach from my home to no end