Up in some cleft in the hills
I'd go to be a nameless woman.
I'd put up gourds on the thatched roof,
Plant squash and pumpkins in the clearing,
Train up a hedge of wild roses,
Let the skies down into the yard, as much as I wanted,
Hug all the stars, all of them,
And not feel sad or alone
Even nights when the owls were crying.
Little village the trains left behind.
Snacking on soft candy from a brass bowl,
Telling village stories about the fox
Until late at night with the one I love,
I would be happy as a queen,
And the old shaggy dog would bark at the moon.