I'm building up a windmill I'm taking signs of where You've been I'm turning the cogs of the machine Just trying to catch the weather I'm planting with perennials I'm turning through the pages I've heard You dwell in the weatherings And if can't find You Is it my machine? When my orchards green Will I be too tired of working Or see that the crops have been growing on this very mountainside Is this the time to dig in A timely farmers juncture I'm turning the soil and watering Still trying to catch the weather Is this the time to dig in My clothes are worn and fading So I'll plant things slow and steady