Like Barley1 Bending
Like barley bending In low fields by the sea, Singing in hard wind Ceaselessly；
Like barley bending And rising again, So would I, unbroken, Rise from pain；
So would I softly, Day long, night long, Change my sorrow Into song.
Oh Day of Fire and Sun
Oh day of fire and sun, Pure as a naked flame, Blue sea, blue sky and dun Sands where he spoke2 my name；
Laughter and hearts so high That the spirit flew off free, Lifting into the sky Diving into the sea；
Oh day of fire and sun Like a crystal burning, Slow days go one by one, But you have no returning.
