Whatever pulled the wind that night
It had, it bring a tree down
Untidy lime, tree holding tight
To the end of my last gardenOne of five against the sky
An elegant surrender
It broke the wall and bent the gate
And warmed us through the winterWhatever pulls the wind tonight
Will have the roof slates fly
But rows of chimney pots dont wave
Like trees against the skyThe hill behind the old house
I can trace it with my finger
Against the sky I see it still
And draw it down on paperWhatever pulled me over here
You were the main contender
And with the trees against the sky
Another lifes rememberedSome evening skies are yellow
And over my head theyre blue
What happened to the green between
It happened to me too
Songwriters
Vashti BunyanPublished by
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