Poem
Song
Paul Carroll, 1927 - 1996
To be able to walk along and see
the fierce green sun
the meadow grass the tall gently bobbing weeds
then to take a walk inside yourself
and see trees tall as Tom Thumb
It’s always raining here It never rains
I’m strolling among the shadows of everyone
I’ve ever loved
But this morning I was flying with the birds
Not knowing like the map there was a destination
But it was fun
Like making love on Tuesday instead of
our customary Sunday afternoon
I’ve learned to suffocate death
and continue doing so all day
To be able to walk along and see
the fierce green sun
the meadow grass the tall gently bobbing weeds
then to take a walk inside yourself
and see trees tall as Tom Thumb
It’s always raining here It never rains
I’m strolling among the shadows of everyone
I’ve ever loved
But this morning I was flying with the birds
Not knowing like the map there was a destination
But it was fun
Like making love on Tuesday instead of
our customary Sunday afternoon
I’ve learned to suffocate death
and continue doing so all day
the fierce green sun
the meadow grass the tall gently bobbing weeds
then to take a walk inside yourself
and see trees tall as Tom Thumb
It’s always raining here It never rains
I’m strolling among the shadows of everyone
I’ve ever loved
But this morning I was flying with the birds
Not knowing like the map there was a destination
But it was fun
Like making love on Tuesday instead of
our customary Sunday afternoon
I’ve learned to suffocate death
and continue doing so all day
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