Goodbye

Your conscience rolls in torrents down each side of

your face

Your chair is full of silence, your hand is full of

lace

You moan that you should have been with him when the

bullets

Laid his head strange

But it's always the living who fear the idea of the

dead

Goodbye

I'll take my leave of all of you while you sit and

wonder why

And you who stood around us and said that we were great

Until your instant riches made us second rate

Well you're the same old hangman who rationalises hope

Whose right eye pats my children – whose left hand

holds a case full of rope

He wears the sweeping landscape in the crystal of his

eye

And he jumps into the rainpools as the people pass him

by

The rubs the dusty ages across his tender brow

He laughs and cries and sniffs and sight – it's four

long summers now

Goodbye

We made our peace with all of you as you sat and

wondered why

She walks the clover meadows in the dandelion days

She throws her golden shadows across the silver haze

She wanders with the swallows in the noonday passion

plays

She sits beneath the willow and she waits for me and

twilight to come our ways