Islands More Islands - I Am Oak

We have everything

We have ever seen, close at hand

From the streets and the walks

And the fields and the tarmac

To the meals and the songs

And the words and the work I did

And I’ve told you

Where the dark went when I lit it

And what the words were

When I made then

And the fire in the bold

Sun creaking like it’s old

We have everything

We have ever seen, close at hand

From the yards and their grass

And the sum of (I guess) everything

To the calls of the crows

And the color shifts of the corn

And I’ve told you

Where the dark went when I lit it

And what the words were

When I made then

And the fire in the bold

Sun creaking like

It ought to creak

And all ll that I could hear were birds

All that I could hear were birds

All that I could hear were birds

But I know the sound

Of engines in the distance