We went out and we picked some strawberries
The English countryside was on great form
While we were there we ate some raspberries
It rained a little bit but it was warm.
I stood inside the light and damp and looked
Across the fields out to a far off hill
I watched a while until my soul unhooked,
And I was separated from my will.
Iris' face was bright red from the feast,
Lochie was stung by nettles on the hand
For a small amount of time we were released
From all our memories and things we've planned.
Sometimes it's wonderful to slip away,
If only for a little while each day.