From the recording Thunder Train
On the misty fields
The wilderness comes to life.
The bluebirds sing to the grasshoppers
On this damp autumn evening
Outside these ivory castle walls.
Curtains close, candles die.
I fold into the castle that’s mine.
Forever within myself,
I swim despairingly—
Inside these ivory castle walls.
Near the wild of the field she waits
For these ivory castle walls to come down.
Roams those misty fields.
She’s not afraid to wander
In the flesh of spring!
—Outside these ivory castle walls.
What is sacred is where I can’t go,
By the flowers in the highest field.
Her mind glides,
—in a current of air
Beyond these ivory castle walls.
I imagine her freedom.
I pray hard for my thoughts of love.
This year, she’ll lie in the misty fields.
And maybe, together, we will hear the castle walls come down.