Now that autumn is returning
And the garden fires are burning
And the summer beasts are learning
How to cope with shorter days
There I labour all alone
Piling stone upon the stone
Feeling just a touch of sadness
As the summer slips away
As I roll the stone upon the stone
Working in the frosty weather
When the stones are glued together
Lifting divots, soil and heather
As I prise them off the ground
And. . .