I walk into my room,
the door shuts behind me.
I am in my own world
It all happened a very long time ago....
the winter of 1846, I believe it was
Yes, that it was-the winter of 1846
I remember it well
Thundering Youth/Thundering flower
Like the thundering flower of youth,
and the thundering beauty of a flower
My brother, mother and I are in our Volvo.
We are on route 9, sliding down-
When I drive through the country
I feel as though I am running
My fingers through the wheat grass
On the evening I met you,
my heart stood still
there was stillness all around you