trews, the
i'm high on the hill
looking over the bridge
to the m.c.g. and way up on high
the clock on the silo
says eleven degrees
i remember i remember
i'm breathing today
the month of may
all the burning leaves
i'm not hearing a sound
my feet don't even
touch the ground
i go leaps and bounds
to the m.c.g. i'm not hearing a sound
down by the river
and across the playing field
the fields all empty
only for the burning leaves
i remember everything
leaps and bounds
i remember