The Clearing
every tree felled is sheep for the grazing
and it's wood for the fence
it's a hard land, a dry land, but we'll tame it yet
and try to forget
my dreams are a hundred black faces
close my ears to the cry
and i wake in the morn for there's work to be done
the axe and the gun
and all you see
is all you know
last night as i cleared off a black one
rolled her into the stream
and up on the hill saw my dear daughter's eyes
just looking on me
and all you see
is all you know