Storm Song

Swaying pines and falling limbs

Stormy times and all sorts of things

 

Blown out in the garbage

Raised up from the ground

tumbled down in the torment

And torrents of sound

Streetlights flashing

Manhole cover protectors blown down

Snow drops and crocuses all hugging the ground

Ducks hunkering down silently

No quack can be heard

As they move in their little soft hurricane herds

Branches are scattered and dead ones do fall

And all that has mattered in the storm's

dancing ball

And the sun comes out gently

And then is chased away by clouds

When the wind blows violently

And blows oh so loud

And the little ducks on the pond

In the waves that surround

Little ripples upon the perfect ground

And sticks that fall like darts from heaven

And cracking whips and howling hounds

The hounds of the sky are howling and chasing

the fox of the sun

And round and round the heavens

They do run, they do run

And this is Storm Eunice

How it has rattled our cage

And this is the pumice of a volcanic age

 

As boys ride on scooters and some women walk dogs

Some cars with their hooters and some toilet bogs

The splitting and the wavering of the trees all around

The cracked limbs open in the hell hole mouth

And the split trunks open as the wind drives south

And north across the Mendips

And backwards and fro

And in through the mouth where the twisted ones go

And all the twisted, twisted poor limbs

That wind has wrapped up like a sweet wrapper at whim

And they pushed just about as far as they'll go

As it comes crashing down with the rainbow

And the clouds they are talking 

They are shouting their rhyme

And the people are sorting their Allotment lines

And they're holding on to their hoovers, 

To their hoops and their twine,

And they're battening down the hatches of their sheds

Just in time

 

And plastic shelters are here always over, over

And this is the way that the dogs call rover

and how do they go, how do they go?

 

It howls yes it howls 

And the falling rain blows

and it howls and it goes

And it howls, it howls, as it goes as it blows

 

All the crooked houses and trees come down

They are wandering all the town

The fences are broken and old blown away

And they make room for a brand-new day

 

And the storm comes down when the storm comes out

And they break down gently and all of them shout

And the walls fall down, and the walls smash out

And they blow down gently, gently about

 

What damage? What damage is seen today?

What damage from the fallen and decay?

Oh, the walls fall down and the crack in clay

What damage, what damage is done today?

 

Oh, the walls fall down, and they fall away

And the winds blow about, blow about all day

And they're making love, and they're making hay

What damage, what damage is done today?