| Song | Set-Aside |
| Artist | Ian Anderson |
| Album | The Secret Language Of Birds |
| Hard black crows bobbing where once ran deep furrows. | |
| Frazzled oak silhouetted in her ivy dress. | |
| Winter sun catches dog fox through thin hedges: | |
| Throws his long shadow north to the emptiness. | |
| Farmhouse in tatters; shuttered and battered. | |
| Even lovers don't go there these last few years. | |
| Spider-web windows on set-aside heroes | |
| Standing lost in a landscape of tears. |