The Farm

w&m Anne Hills
© 2009 Raven Heart Music

From Anne’s album Points of View

“I cannot save the farm, though I have loved this land.
I cannot save the farm, though I have done my best.”
He held his head in both his hands and tears began to fall.
“And if I cannot save the farm, then I am nothing at all.”

“I thought when I was young, that I might pass this on.
I thought when I was young, as it was passed to me.
I walk the fields my fathers walked, through soregum, wheat and hay
and if I cannot save the farm there is nothing to say.”

“Oh, how can you know how I feel?
I’ve given myself to these dreams …
And how do I go on from here?
In a world so unkind.
I wish I could change how things are …
No, there’s not a thing you can do.
I might as well wish on a star.
Probably mess that up, too.”

“I cannot save the farm, the world is not the same.
I cannot save the farm, and I am just so tired.”
He clenched his hands in gentle fists, for now the fight was lost.
He said, “I cannot save the farm, and just look what it cost.”

“I cannot save the farm, and can you love me now?
I cannot save the farm, or will you turn away?
I’ve nothing left to offer for the things you give to me …
without the farm, without your love, where will I be?”

“For, how can you know …

She poured them both some coffee and she took his hands.
She didn’t speak a word, she didn’t ask a thing.
The autumn sky was golden and the air was cool and clear
and the birds of evening called for stars to appear.