Abram Indiana

When I’m free
When I leave the city
When I’m free
Then I’ll wake up early
I’ll tend the rocky fields on the hill
I’ll serve the basil in my windowsill
When I’m free
Swatting at the horse fly
When I’m free
And with tears in my eyes
I’ll sit and watch my grandma Winifred
I’ll sit and watch her baking raisin bread