Tramp on the root and lean on the bark Worn as a boot the fingers work hard He leans on the tree by the path that he laid The house that he built, the wall that he made When he tried to make, he tried to make a start Stood like a fighter leant into fire When it grew bitter then he would tire And beat by the fist of the wind in his face He dug his legs in from the blusters that chased And he tried to sing but his voice was half of heart He stared out from his kitchen sill And you looked down the ridge of the hill At the man unprepared For a storm that now stared Down on you So we wait for a night or two “Oh storm I have known you all of my life Your fear and your fury cut like a knife” The roof of this house is torn from its walls The look in the eye, a momentary pause “So hit me goodbye, I'll meet you once more I'm sure” He stared out from his broken sill And you gazed down the ridge of the hill “There's a gap in the view that each of us knew That it's time to fill And I hope that we'll make do” So pa** me down to where you once raised me And saw this crown that I own For I'll be found where you will lay me To hold these walls to keep you safe Until the day The storm returns