The sandstone man

I feel my head fall to the ground

Gaping mouth and broken crown

The sandstone man

Through the bramble snakes

That scratched away my face

I see the clouds like blossom round the moon

The sandstone man

Nobody knows where I am

I could utter my name to you

>From my nettle grave

The sandstone man



The rain erodes my crest

My hands into my chest

The sandstone man

Nobody knows who I am

But you know I am close to you

I watched a tree grow tall and fall

I saw you riding down the rainy lanes

In november

The sandstone man

You have forgotten who I am



The honeysuckle twists across my breast

And I am happy

I see the stinted willows by the frozen stream

And the frost as far as eye can see

But you have forgotten who I am



Sometimes the sky is full of birds

But mostly it is empty