Rivers run where roads should lay Swallowing abandoned cars Hills undone by ceaseless rain Spreading slurry wide and far Another gale blows Wet and cold in the hail Get the bales in the Haywire A cruel Winter does unfold As I build another pyre Come in out of the wind and cold And thaw beside a fire And the wind blows Wet and cold on the hill Get the bales in the Haywire Promises and big ideas Fall on sodden mire Not before in all these years Has the river been much higher Cut off, in a world outside You couldn't say I'm not a trier Past a care of my betide On an ocean getting higher Another gale blows Wet and cold in the hail Get the bales in the Haywire Another gale blows Wet and cold in the hail Get the bales in the Haywire Weather any Storm they say We're the salt of the Earth How much longer can I stay At the place of my birth And the wind blows Wet and cold on the hill Get the bales in the Haywire