Red Scrap

Is there another field in time? A pale gold starts to emerge
Beyond the grassland. I saw units of corrugated iron
Unused and overgrown; frosted backyards

And it seems so long ago. And it seems so long ago. And it seems so long ago –
Tell me its not so, not so, not so
Back back back to Red Scrap, to Red Scrap

Bridge of diamonds (they broke it up and tore it down)
Boarded up now (green paint was peeling away)
I put my hand on a favourite branch (they cut it down, cut it down)
Beside a ghost train (lies dead by the railway)
It used to rumble along (off it goes off it goes)
At the fringe of my sleep (into the horizon)
At night consoling me (on a rope swing high)
But its rusted and gone (reflections in the water)

And it seems so long ago. And it seems so long ago. And it seems so long ago –
Tell me its not so, not so, not so
Back back back to Red Scrap, to Red Scrap

Scrap at play – red scrap hiding in the tall grass
Scrap at play – red scrap, flicker on the peat
Scrap at play – rascal, diving through the backyards

O a child knows, there adults not to go
They can't see, they don’t believe
In alchemy
In spirit feral I run on my bright field, forever unchanging
Forever unchanging
And it seems so long ago. And it seems so long ago