Give me a branch in a high tree
Let me sit high in a tree
Make space in the leaves for our late tea
And as reflections on a flat lake
Capture whispers of breezes
This is what you can remember
In place of our European diseases
Just maybe in my tree so high
The answers to burning lies and whys?
The reasons for continued dire life lie!
Bring in the pain
Hide it in rain
Lie that it’s fine
And cry late again.
Hate too late
The way ahead of you now
Will NEVER be – or get – clear.
So give me a branch aloof from your brow
A high tree for me
Just one high bough.