Under a Payne’s Grey Sky

I spend many hours driving on the High Marsh Road, or walking and thinking on the Tantramar Marsh. I love the openness, the wind, the solitude. This song is the ‘marsh’ to me. Payne’s Grey is an artist’s colour which can be mixed to give the soft overcast clouds as well as the intense storm clouds we frequently see in the sky over the Tantramar Marsh.

Under a Payne’s Grey Sky (2005)

Thirteen black crows perched on fence poles
barbed wire long gone nothing left to hold
The crows all face east looking for what – who knows
Maybe there’s a coming or a going to be told.
And the warm winds fly – under a Payne’s Grey sky
And the warm winds fly – under a Payne’s Grey sky

Who said long ago many days would come and go
wind blown, sea grass (you know there’s) nothin’ left to hold
when the tides turn when the snow falls
All that’s left is the sound when the crow calls
Grasses roll as oceans lie – under a Payne’s Grey sky
Grasses roll as oceans lie – under a Payne’s Grey sky

Thirteen black crows now nothing left to show
all gone flown away (you know) nothin’ left to hold
hay day, some day, who said that I would stay
Waiting for some random act to follow me back home
The crow flies high – under a Payne’s Grey sky
The crow flies high – under a Payne’s Grey sky

If there comes a day when this wind does not stay
I expect I’ll not be here tomorrow
When the crow flies then the days die
and I know that I must try to overlook my sorrow
And the days fly by – under a Payne’s Grey sky
And the days fly by – under a Payne’s Grey sky

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