Bruce Cockburn Follow

amid the rumours and the expectations
and all the stories dreamt and lived
amid the clangour and the dislocation
and things to fear and to forgive
don't forget
about delight
y know what i'm saying to you
don't forget
about delight
y know
amid the post-ironic postulating
and the poets pilfered rhymes
meaning feels like it's evaporating
out of sight and out of mind
don't forget...
though you find yourself alone and stranded
with no friend to take your side
on the endless road afoot and empty-handed
where the wild-eyed Cossacks ride
don't forget...
spring birds peck among the pressed-down grasses
clouds like zeppelins cross the sky
anger drips and pools and then it passes
and i say a prayer that i
don't forget...