Wolfskin

 oh baby you've been wearing

That sheep's clothing too long

You oughta be knowing

That something is wrong

Come on and put on that wolfskin

Baby, you know it drives me crazy

And I know you're a wolf howling

All night long

Come on you've been prowling

Round my farm too long

Either you want to rob me

Or else you're gonna do me some harm

It isn't difficult to see you have your charms

But when you're wearing that wolfskin clothing

I get goose pimples up my arm

Oh wolfskin, awoo, howling wolf sin

When the wolf's in the camp with you ooh

You better find a new neighbour to prey on

Because I'm not playing that game

Of three card draw no more

You can go and howl round

somebody else's door

In your wolfskin

Two lovers kiss

 Lovers kiss on the street

On the wet street in the night

Two covers miss

their meeting

On the jet heat of the light

In the blowtorch of desire

The blue flame then the white

Burns, turns to a higher

pitch at blackest midnight

Two lovers kiss on the street

In the rain

Two lovers fighting

All the chaos of the reign

Of mad kings and cruel queens

And all who would inflict pain

on them

Yet

Two lovers kiss

True lovers kiss in the street

in the rain

Throw 'em on the fire

 All those thoughts of yesteryear

Throw 'em on the fire

pain and grief, love and tears

Throw 'em on the fire

Guests unbidden, unwelcome quest

Throw 'em on the fire

Burning honesty, earnest zest

Throw 'em on the fire

All the brands and marks of man

Throw 'em on the fire

Spinning jennies and caravans

Throw 'em on the fire

All the laughter lost and gone

Throw 'em on the fire

Nothing stays that hasn't come

Throw 'em on the fire

I love you, but your shoe

Is still higher than your desire

So take them off and throw 'em on

Yes, throw 'em on the fire

Withy wind

 Withy wind,

Slowly, 

withy wind 

softly

 tightening your grip

all the time

Got to break your

hand

before the death bind

While there's still time

Withy wind

Withy wind

I've been standing still

And haven't seen you

Grow up my legs, my wall

To my windowsill

It's getting like I can hardly see at all

Withy wind

I'm almost blind

Got to get you out of my mind

Break out the jungle of your vine

I cut you down, but you grow back up

I hope I've moved off your plot

 in time

Because either you kill me

Or we both unwind

Oh withy wind

Withy

wind

The breeze returns

 The breeze returns

On hot summer days

Of humid haze

Where cattle graze

And bulls laze

And

The breeze returns

Through trees, down streets

Brushes grasses and hay

Down lanes like tunnels

Over rivers running deep

next to fallow field

Along Corn crop alleyways

And over bald scalped hill tops

The breeze returns 

And we can breathe once again

Bagpipe band

 I'm going to learn the bagpipes

And start my own band

We'll march up and down the street

Making quite a stand

They will hear us coming

They sure won't understand

Why a bloody southerner

Would want to start a bagpipe band

Building bridges

Let's build bridges

Let's not divide

We have to get to the otherside

Make amends 

And be friends

For the road it can end

Too soon if we're not careful

So tend the edges

Trim the verge

Mind the ledges

Resist the urge

To destroy what we've create together

Forces of nature, or wild weather

can still smother

But mother, father, sister brother

All should gather, love one another

For bridges build new links and connections

Between communities under vivisection

And these are the ties that bind

So cross the bridges in your mind