In The Moon That Is Always Rising

Rolling Stones: No Expectations

nothing I cared,
in the lamb white days,
that time would
take me up to
the swallow thronged loft
by the shadow of my hand,
in the moon
that is always rising,
nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly
with the high fields
and wake to
the farm forever fled
from the childless land.
oh as I was young and easy
in the mercy of his means,
time held me green and dying
though I sang in my chains
like the sea.
--Dylan Thomas