The Return Lyrics & Chords By Caroline Weeks

Earth does not understand her child, Who from the loud gregarious town Returns, depleted and defiled, To the still woods, to fling him down. Earth cannot count the sons she bore: The wounded lynx, the wounded man Come trailing blood unto her door; She shelters both as best she can. But she is early up and out, To trim the year or strip its bones; She has no time to stand about Talking of him in undertones Who has no aim but to forget Be left in peace, be lying thus For days, for years, for centuries yet, Unshaven and anonymous; Who, marked for failure, dulled by grief, Has traded in his wife and friend For this warm ledge, this alder leaf: Comfort that does not comprehend.