Whatever pulled the wind that night It had it bring a tree down Untidy lime tree holding tight To the end of my last garden One of five against the sky An elegant surrender It broke the wall and bent the gate And warmed us through the winter
Whatever pulls the wind tonight Will have the roof slates fly But rows of chimney pots don’t wave Like trees against the sky The hill behind the old house I can trace it with my finger Against the sky I see it still And draw it down on paper
Whatever pulled me over here You were the main contender And with the trees against the sky Another life’s remembered Some evening skies are yellow And over my head they’re blue What happened to the green between It happened to me Too