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The Rain On The Mountainside (2006 Digital Remaster) - Jake Thackray

The rain is on the mountainside

The beast is in the silent meadow

The north countryside is patiently

Waiting again

Blackbird is dumb in the juniper

Lapwing shivers in the dripping thicket

Down in the stone-faced town

One door opens

For though the weather blow wild

I see the shepherd step

Up to his moorside;

And in despite of the cold

The poor farmer going to

His meadow below

Going to his meadow below

When the birch tree is agonised

And when the little river is tormented

The land on its knees

The house on its hunkers

There is a figure moving by the wall

Leaning for breath upon a stony shoulder

His eyes to the skies seldom lifted

For though the weather blow wild

I see the shepherd step

Up to his moorside;

And in despite of the cold

The poor farmer going to

His meadow below

Going to his meadow below

North-Country countryside

The grim indifference of your nature

Most other men would turn

Stumbling homeward

But this one is a different kind:

He knows the pinches of

An older hunger;

A greater storm than

Yours in his heart rages

For though the weather blow wild

I see the shepherd whistling

On his moorside;

And in despite of the cold

The poor farmer singing in

His meadow below

Singing in his meadow below