The screen door to the farmer's porch
   To the back porch to the backlands
   Is never left closed
  
   A new air pushed a full wind
   That brought worlds on through
   That only he could know
  
   As the last of November passed
   His new life with his new wife
   She said she was feeling a little cold
  
   The ghost of a clown just danced in and
   Did a few tricks and danced out again
   Warming a farmer's soul
  
   Summer was all there was
   We were working breathing heat
   'Till rising out of control
  
   Along came a breeze
   Wrapped our heads and around our spines
   Cool air off a burning floor
  
   The morning's breaking woke us long enough
   We were sure we could see
   The whole of some older birds
   Riding to the ground on the falling leaves
   Riding to the ground on some falling leaves
   One last time
   One last time
   To feed