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This is the song for |
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Baby Birch. |
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I will never know you. |
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And at the back of what we've done,there is that knowledge of you. |
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I wish we could take every path. |
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I could spend a hundred yearsadoring you. |
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Yes, I wish we could take every path,because |
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I hated to closethe door on you. |
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Do you remember staring,up at the stars,so far away in their bulletproof cars? |
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We heard the rushing, slow intakeof the dark, dark water,and the engine breaks,and |
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I said,How about them engine breaks? |
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And, if I should die before |
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I wake,will you keep an eye on |
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Baby Birch? |
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Because I'd hate to see hermake the same mistakes. |
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When it was dark, |
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I called and you came. |
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When it was dark, |
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I saw shapes. |
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When I see stars, |
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I feel, in your hand,and |
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I see stars,and |
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I reel, again. |
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Well mercy me. |
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I'll be goddamned. |
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It's been a long, long timesince |
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I last saw you. |
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And I have never known the plan. |
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It's been a long, long time. |
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How are you? |
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Your eyes are green. |
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Your hair is gold. |
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Your hair is black. |
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Your eyes are blue. |
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I closed the ranks, and |
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I doubled back--but, you know, |
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I hated to closethe door on you. |
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We take a walk along the dirty lake. |
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Hear the goose,cussing at me over her eggs. |
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You poor little cousin. |
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I don't want your dregs(A little baby fussing all over my legs). |
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There is a blacksmith,and there is a shepherd,and there is a butcher-boy,and there is a barber, who's cuttingand cutting away at my only joy. |
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I saw a rabbit,as slick as a knife,and as pale as a candlestick,and |
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I had thought it'd be harder to do,but |
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I caught her, and skinned her quick:held her there,kicking and mewling,upended, unspooling, unsung and blue;told her "wherever you go,little runaway bunny,I will find you." |
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And then she ran,as they're liable to do. |
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Be at peace, baby, and begone. |
