The sun sets on another day
The birds still have so much to say
They arrive with stories much too late
The afternoon has closed it’s gate
And evening bids us all sit still
So listen closely if you will
As troubles stirred begin to settle
Prepare the hearth, boil the kettle
Write your troubles in the book
Tear the pages, have a look
Pop them folded in a boot
Pick one and we’ll find the root
As if to garden, pull it out
Whisper, ‘What’s this all about?’
Now you see and understand
Be brave my love hold out your hand
Now we see and hear and know
The time has come to let this go
Put it quickly in the flame
Send it back from where it came
The fire dies as night gives birth
To dreams you planted in the earth
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