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
