There's a way that I walk and I sometimes see you,
There are birds and a fox, not a house one or two,
There are trees and leaves and a dragonfly,
That zooms round my head then back into the sky.
There's a way that I walk and I sometimes see you,
There are frogs and mud, not a car one or two,
There are saplings and ancients looking down from on high,
They whisper to me but I don't know why.
There's a way that I walk and you're not there,
You're stuck in the city and I don't know where,
Where's it's cloudy and lonely and grey,
And I watch for the click of the gate on your way,
I wait for you to come home everyday.
There's a way that I walk and I always see you,
There is shelter and peace, not a rumble one or two,
There are trees and leaves and a little sigh,
It's because of you that in these things I lie.