And Also The Trees - Hunter not the hunted | Текст песни

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• And Also The Trees
• Hunter not the hunted

The cast wind blows through me cold
Breathing deep deep down pike fishing
Grabbing out his hands full
Eels writhing
One day spoonbills did stoop down their beaks
To the black sweet star swaying water
Fine dreams
Seeing him there with his coat hung on the tail
By the door swinging open
And there they stand still boy girl
In the morning firelight
Washing their hands in the snow.

Here the lapwings go

Owls hoot their bone flutes
Inland smoke rise
Heron slouched in the slit
Where lies the femmen and their wives
With pot shards and scythes dissolving
My hands in the silky mud feeling
God holds me above the water
Hears my garbled words.

But I know where all the birds hide
Their eggs speckled and warm
Glowing in the dawn
Hearts whirrng against my palm
Sharp innocent eyes.

And on the wind my boat rises

Sturgeon crease the water's skin
Around beside in front of him
Rowing out, drifting out
Watch my figure burn