: Here we come to a turning of the season, witness to the arc towards the sun, the neighbors blessed burden within reason, becomes a burden borne of
: If the rocks in the box Get the water right down to your socks This bulkhead's built of fallen brother and bones We all do what we can We endure our
: Hear the hymn to welcome in the day Heralding a summer's early sway And all the bulbs all coming in, to begin Thrushs' bleeding battle with the wrens
: Baby wants a new spin Baby wants a broken heart Hear you found a lynchpin to keep it all from falling apart But you keep on rollin' You keep on rollin
: Come the war Come the avarice Come the war Come hell Come attrition Come the reek of bones Come attrition Come hell This is why Why we fight Why
: Big mountain, wide river, there's an ancient call, these tree trunks these stream beds, leave our bellies full they sing out, I am gonna stand my ground
: And here I am Softer than a shower And here I am To garland you with flowers To lay you down In clover bed The stars a roof Above our heads And all
: I'm Made of bones of the branches The boughs and the brow-beating light While my feet are the trunks And my head is the canopy high And my fingers
: Isn't it a lovely night? And so alive With fireflies Providing us their holy light And here we made a bed of boughs And thistle down That we had found
: Gentle leaves, gentle leaves Please array a path for me The woods are blowing thick and fast around Columbine, Columbine Please alert this love of
: ?Thou unconsolable daughter,? said the sister ?When wilt thou trouble the water in the cistern?? And what irascible blackguard is the father? And
: And all the while whispering arbors Provide cover What previous witnessed ardor Of our lovers Our heroine here falls prey to Her abductor All a
: I had entered into a marriage In the summer of my twenty-first year And the bells rang for our wedding Only now do I remember it clear Alright, alright
: I'm made of bones of the branches, the boughs, and the brow-beating light While my feet are the trunks and my head is the canopy high And my fingers
: My true love went riding out In white and green and gray Past the pale of office wall Where she was want to stray And there she came upon A white and
: Father I'm not feeling well The flowers me you fed Tasted spoiled for suddenly I find that I am dead But father don't you fear Your children all are
: Annan water You loom so deep and wide I would cross over If you would stem the tide Or build a boat that I might ford the other side To reach the
: See this ancient riverbed See where all the follies led Down by the water and Down by the old main drag I was just some towhead teen Feeling round
