If a city If a city If a city is set upon a hill Under the flight of birds Over on the Downs Are the flights of birdsong If under the Golden Calf Dozing buried under Under the grass and moss In the sweet shadow of that hill If the middle of the well is a wing of gold Down the passed path And long along the way Is a city And if that city holds a man Is a city on the heights of all the planets And in that man That have uprised And upset the stars And in that woman Who circles that city Her musk trace silver Under her feet If the city street is silent And mute dogs surround The woman who circles the city In the field, she lies And over her bed Shakes beyond the daisies Of the city wall Beyond past the flowers That flow like queens Into the city set upon a height The pitchforks by home In the throat of the corn His eyes; the colours Of clouds at nights If before the sunflowers Drowned by those suns If by those flowers The city is unwell I am still there Inside you like a city And if the city gate is shut In the day and not the night If the peacock is banished And burns with a song If under God's wing By the jawbone and hee-haw The donkey creeps silently Through the door in the hall Then plague and mice And the woodlice streamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
