The Cyclone

Through the back door

The cyclone sailed her heart

Through the house she flows

And lifts his bride from the ground

And through the trees

He clung to them both

And their twisted sheets

Don't know why she came here

But she won't take her away.

And by the vineyard wall

He caught her flaxen hair

And the cyclone paused

And stayed where he held her high

Her eyes stroked the plain

Far far away.

Through the black port

The cyclone sailed her heart

Where the bora blows

A wind that cries through the town

Across the sea

She says she won't go

In these foreign streets

And the road that came here

Is the road that takes you away.

By the station wall

She left them standing there

Her eyes stroked the plain

Far far away.