Rain on the pasture is a drug for the land Ground and water running thick as the blood of a man Down to the Bluestone, where the house used to be Now the weeds and the wildflowers all have families to feed And she's all around you now The December after was enough to convince, when In our heavy winter jackets we slipped under the fence And into cathedrals of cedar and pine Even when we lost her, she was all we could find And she's all around you now The new year comes well before you think it will Rushes in and dries out, needs time to refill Three kinds of life, all sights to be seen The end and the beginning and the evergreen She's all around you now