Willow Walk

in this gentle rain

you miss the vision in this gentle rain

of what was needed by the hungry soul

since no one here is in their proper role

 

nor is the story ever truly plain

for none of us could ever reach the goal

you miss the vision in this gentle rain

 

of cities built upon an ancient pain

and of the sweetness that they could control

but neither salt nor sugar can console

you miss the vision in this gentle rain

downhill road

shape stars in heaven no one seems to care

eyes firmly focused on the heaving mud

since each bright hope will turn out one more dud

 

exhausted haze hangs in the summer air

while the old tale now seems like so much crud

shape stars in heaven no one seems to care

 

that's the whole summary of this affair

if we are lucky we're put out to stud

if not it's down to muscle bones and blood

shape stars in heaven no one seems to care