The Windmill

A wild man of passion

lived atop a lonely hill,

he had a hut, a hat, a crazy cat

and his very own windmill.

 

"Today i'll catch the wind" he said

to no one who was there.

"I want this thing

that moves my sails

that's up my nose and in my hair".

 

This thing that pulls my rags from me

this breathing of the sky

I'm on this lonely hill for you

come look me in the eye.

 

Fall in to my bucket

or in my cold and shaking hand

or better in my pocket

and would'nt it be grand