Tom McRae Follow

I slept beneath the ash trees,
Had visions in my dreams.
And I tried on a wolf suit,
And you tried on blue jeans.

And I sang you the melody
Of starlings on the wires.
Find meaning in their silhouettes,
On a manuscripted sky.

And in my dream you wore a bottle
On a chain around your neck,
With a message I had written
Don’t you forget,
We come from the lowland, we come from the lowland
We come from the lowland and dream of high ground.

You spoke of the storm clouds
And the tideness in your chest.
But I sang you from the dark skies
Filled the sales with my own breath.

And in a flash of inspiration
You said of every living thing,
With the first in all creation,
To live on the ground and sing.

We come from the lowland, we come from the lowland,
We come from the lowland, we come from the lowland,
We come from the lowland, we come from the lowland,
We come from the lowland, we come from the lowland,
We come from the lowland and dream of high ground.