Nostras: of our country, native



When it’s raining down the lane

Bird is flying up to sing

Far away there is a past

- We know what it will bring


See the brambles purple-green

And the bracken ginger-brown

Stop, look in that raindrop

- The world is upside down


-Just walking in the dusk

Coming by out of the blue

Seeking my fortune

Is going home to you