Another early song from Robin Williamson.
Not too much to interpret, perhaps, in this offering.
Just a straight forward description of the finding of a stone, which we are bound to assume is the account of a true story.
And maybe, the answer to a mystery…
A long wind
A weaving mind
Overall the land the wildflowers grow,
Echoing kind to kind.
On that day when I found the ironstone
Heavy in my hand in the sloping rain.
Except, as descriptions of a day go that is, perhaps, far, far and away so far from normal as it is possible to be…
‘Long’ in time? Resulting in the ‘Weaving’ of mind?
The storyteller could be fishing.
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