"Hymn Of The Haar" lyrics

The path here over winter grew
With wild madder and rest harrow
I came to tread another in
At the end of spring
I walk my miseries here on a leash

The strait of dover
A silver
Verisimilar
Damascun road

The sea wrack brought in this afternoon
A boy in the shape of a balloon
His jumper a rashidun green
Came clear there was no rousing him
So, I wrote for him a name
Before the police came
To tarpaulin
And erase the evidence

Crisis to crisis
Life needn't be like this
Or must it?
And must I be oblivious nor ask why
Just to hear the hymn of the haar
Or haulaway to harbour

Easterlies at Shakespeare cliff provoking the precipice
Here come the lee waves shuddering the nape of bluff enough delusion
My crop will fail
The scansion of the spindrift binds me to the metre of despair

Crisis to crisis
Life once was not like this
Or was it?
Or was I to delirious to realise or to hear
The hymn of the haar
And haulaway to harbour

The shadow needs the light
To keep its void in sight
The left wing needs the right
To keep the beast in flight

Skylark to bugloss
To self heal to cormorant
To samphire to plover
No bluebird flies over
Here in the hymn of the haar
As we haulaway to harbour

Or were the voices just too loud today to let you tell anybody?
Or back across the bar them pray, "Oft him anhaga are gebideð."