Caroling Dusk/Homing
Appearance
HOMING
Sweet timber landWhere soft winds blowThe high green tree And fan away the fog!Ah fragrant streamWhere thirsty creatures goAnd strong black menHew the heavy log!
Oh broken houseCrumbling there alone,Wanting me!Oh silent treeMust I always beA wild birdRiding the windAnd screaming bitterly?