giles winterbourne Lyrics

He looked and smelt

Like autumn's very brother

His skin being sunburnt

To wheat colour

His eyes were blue as cornflowers

His sleeves and leggings dyed

With fruit stains

His hands clammy

With sweet juice of apples

His hat sprinkled with pips

He rose upon upon her memory

The fruit god and wood god in alternation

Sometimes leafy and smeary with green lichen

As she had once seen him

Among the sappy boughs of the plantation

Sometimes cider stained

And starred with apple pips

As she had once met him

On his return from cider making

In Blackmore Vale

With his vat and presses beside him

Among the sappy boughs of the plantation

Among the sappy boughs of the plantation

He looked and smelt

Like autumn's very brother

His face being sunburnt

To wheat colour

His eyes blue as cornflowers

His hands clammy with apples

And everywhere about him

That atmosphere of cider

Lines taken from 'The Woodlanders' by Thomas Hardy