High Country

There's a girl who lives in the high country Where the willows do not weep And the rain falls softly and gently And does not disturb her sleep There's a girl who lives in the high country Who lives on tea and dreams And I know that she does not love me But she plays the game so well "Sit by my side and tell me boy Is the Milky Way that far? Is the universe really expanding? Tell me who you are?" I am a bondsman - a poor man I am a ghettoman - I am a thief Who saw the gutterman who has no compassion Who heard the widow who cannot weep In the backstreets, in the poor towns I hear a thunder which cannot roll Mine are the eyes that steal from the orphanage A groveller, groping in the grime Inside is a Congo-jungle-beast-lion-leopard-man A tiger-man from Timbuktu Even a lover-man strutting down the avenue A winding river searching for the sea... And she said that she understood me She thought I was complex and sensitive "Here" she said, "hold my hand, And have a muffin!" "Do you see the clouds boy? Do you see the ship?