Hurricane

There's no turning this hurricane She bound for the mountain-heather And fairer weather… fairer weather… While I'm suspended in the sky Wondering if I'll live or I'll die She's got gold in her hair that bathes In the sunlight, without trouble. But trouble will always follow That's why she's a hurricane You can't trail or tame But if you are lucky enough You may get caught in a trough, Caught in the middle where in the stillness Of the night, she lets down her golden hair Where the rabbits roam with the hare-like there's no Tomorrow or today, and that's just Where my own troubled heart longs to be. While I'm suspended in the sky Wondering if I'll live or I'll die.