Jack
Jack went out one stormy day
To see where his feet would go
They took him from his sleeping town
Across land both high and low
They took him through the velvet streets
Where men walked on their toes
And down the slopes
Where bottled hell
And blind men lie in rows
Jack walked through the treacle swamps
And crossed the salt dry plains
He passed he house where tall, thin dogs
Pulled on their iron chains
He heard the songs of seed germ girls
Who warmed the frozen fields
And as Jack walked
He felt the corn
Push up his tired heels
He saw the heathens' heather hills
He watched a boiling sea
He met a man with wooden hands
Carved from an old fruit tree
The old man said he dreamt at night
Of blossom roots and knives
And that night when
Jack went to sleep
He dreamt of damson pies
Jack walked out one stormy day
To see where his feet would go
They took him north, they took him east
But never took him home
Jack
Jack saiu em um dia tempestuoso
Pra ver onde seus pés iam parar
O levaram de sua cidade adormecida
Por terras altas e baixas a vagar
O levaram pelas ruas de veludo
Onde os homens andavam na ponta dos pés
E desceram as encostas
Onde o inferno engarrafado
E homens cegos jazem em fileiras
Jack caminhou pelos pântanos melados
E cruzou as planícies secas de sal
Passou pela casa onde cães altos e magros
Puxavam suas correntes de metal
Ele ouviu as canções das garotas que semeiam
Que aqueciam os campos congelados
E enquanto Jack caminhava
Sentiu o milho
Empurrar seus calcanhares cansados
Ele viu as colinas de urze dos pagãos
Observou um mar em ebulição
Encontrou um homem com mãos de madeira
Esculpidas de uma velha árvore frutífera
O velho disse que sonhava à noite
Com raízes de flores e facas
E naquela noite quando
Jack foi dormir
Sonhou com tortas de damasco
Jack saiu em um dia tempestuoso
Pra ver onde seus pés iam parar
O levaram pro norte, o levaram pro leste
Mas nunca o levaram pra casa