The tool shed stands alone,
the house torn down
on this abandoned farm
now farmed by former neighbors.
It seems just right for one to live
while he had his thoughts,
the spring nearby still cold and clear,
the fields still open to the sky,
the roof still sound, the walls still plumb,
and still a music heard without a cord,
a small house in plain country,
the world still just as large.
the house torn down
on this abandoned farm
now farmed by former neighbors.
It seems just right for one to live
while he had his thoughts,
the spring nearby still cold and clear,
the fields still open to the sky,
the roof still sound, the walls still plumb,
and still a music heard without a cord,
a small house in plain country,
the world still just as large.