Open space children clatter Bikes whiz by in the wind Why oh why must they hurry No time to look at what matters Cloudy is the sky grey is the water Waves come and go in a world That some only do know Bengi is up and down Cannot stay calm with all the clatter The lapwings sit tight by the waters edge Water trickles down the hill from deep underground An outlet it finds and fools watercress do grow Sailing boats glide in the breeze Out in the open sometimes they go Rain comes from the sky There is nothing we can do It makes us move faster Feels cool on the face Back to the car we must go Sandwiches we eat tea we must drink From a caf茅 so scruffy and bare Wind whips up like a tornado Then all is still and calm An old boy fishes by the waters edge With him are his sorrows Born in a time that mattered The water begins to move The cloudiness has disappeared The fish have moved He feels the force of nature in his mist Alone we share a word or two In a world that doesn't understand He say鈥檚 the fishing might soon not be there Taking away his pleasure But his thoughts like mine are still there Off we wander back to the car All it takes is a few minutes to get up and go For out in the air is where we must be.