Cattle and Cane

I recall a schoolboy comin' home
Through fields of cane, to a house of tin and timber
And in the sky, a rain of falling cinders
From time to time, the waste, memory wastes

I recall a boy in bigger pants
Like everyone, just waiting for a chance
His father's watch - he left it in the shower
From time to time, the waste, memory wastes
And the waste, memory wastes

I recall a bigger, brighter world
A world of books and silent times in thought
And then thе railroad, the railroad takes me homе
Through fields of cattle, through fields of cane
From time to time, the waste, memory wastes
And the waste, memory wastes

Further
Longer
Higher
Over