The Hurdle

I lost a place that I loved It disappeared into the woods where it belonged That cool spot on a sun-parched ridge That watery pool where the animals drink Do you hear that sound? The hurdle crashing down Do you miss that breeze? That's what our mother believed It was the land, the land of milk and honey That you just watched being pummeled like putty Come back to haunt, all things are two Come back to test as long as it's new I'm tired of talk, I'm tired of news Hear the herd, herd the herd, sleep on whatever you do Do you hear that sound? The hurdle crashing down Do you miss that breeze? That's where our mother lived Would you tell her now The worth of tiny things? That gather round Untie an end that's sealed That's sealed In the vast space it's always sealed We won't see All the debris we're certain to leave Do you hear that sound? Do you hear that sound? Do you hear that sound? Do you hear that sound? The hurdle crashing down Do you miss that breeze? That's why our mother believed Believed Would you tell her now? Would you tell her now? What would she say? The words of tiny things Sell the stars, two by two Just like sheep with a sail behind you On and on On and on, when will it stop?