| Just behind that wall, I think, | |
| She pulls her stockings on: | |
| The creaking floor speaks through the door | |
| Of one foot then the other | |
| The curtains wave a flag to say | |
| This afternoon is done | |
| And giving in to evening who has | |
| Beat him like a brother, | |
| Giving in to evening who has | |
| Beat him like a brother | |
| Just outside the window | |
| Time has slipped its skin, | |
| A fallen glove behind you, love, | |
| My shadow never moving | |
| The ground will rise to meet me | |
| Right where my knees begin, | |
| The sun will slip between them now | |
| To button my undoing, | |
| The sun will slip between them now | |
| To button my undoing | |
| Crows and then another crow | |
| Beside me in a tree, | |
| Like black shoes in a dusty row | |
| Trailing after me | |
| My hands are wet from walking, | |
| But I'm high enough to see | |
| The stars that wait below me | |
| Where my hat has fallen free … | |
| Out above the rooftops | |
| The moon is holding sway; | |
| A narrow eye low in the sky, | |
| Knowing what I'm knowing | |
| I have left the table now | |
| And this is just to say; | |
| Every song I've ever sung | |
| Has bee a song for going |
| Just behind that wall, I think, | |
| She pulls her stockings on: | |
| The creaking floor speaks through the door | |
| Of one foot then the other | |
| The curtains wave a flag to say | |
| This afternoon is done | |
| And giving in to evening who has | |
| Beat him like a brother, | |
| Giving in to evening who has | |
| Beat him like a brother | |
| Just outside the window | |
| Time has slipped its skin, | |
| A fallen glove behind you, love, | |
| My shadow never moving | |
| The ground will rise to meet me | |
| Right where my knees begin, | |
| The sun will slip between them now | |
| To button my undoing, | |
| The sun will slip between them now | |
| To button my undoing | |
| Crows and then another crow | |
| Beside me in a tree, | |
| Like black shoes in a dusty row | |
| Trailing after me | |
| My hands are wet from walking, | |
| But I' m high enough to see | |
| The stars that wait below me | |
| Where my hat has fallen free | |
| Out above the rooftops | |
| The moon is holding sway | |
| A narrow eye low in the sky, | |
| Knowing what I' m knowing | |
| I have left the table now | |
| And this is just to say | |
| Every song I' ve ever sung | |
| Has bee a song for going |
| Just behind that wall, I think, | |
| She pulls her stockings on: | |
| The creaking floor speaks through the door | |
| Of one foot then the other | |
| The curtains wave a flag to say | |
| This afternoon is done | |
| And giving in to evening who has | |
| Beat him like a brother, | |
| Giving in to evening who has | |
| Beat him like a brother | |
| Just outside the window | |
| Time has slipped its skin, | |
| A fallen glove behind you, love, | |
| My shadow never moving | |
| The ground will rise to meet me | |
| Right where my knees begin, | |
| The sun will slip between them now | |
| To button my undoing, | |
| The sun will slip between them now | |
| To button my undoing | |
| Crows and then another crow | |
| Beside me in a tree, | |
| Like black shoes in a dusty row | |
| Trailing after me | |
| My hands are wet from walking, | |
| But I' m high enough to see | |
| The stars that wait below me | |
| Where my hat has fallen free | |
| Out above the rooftops | |
| The moon is holding sway | |
| A narrow eye low in the sky, | |
| Knowing what I' m knowing | |
| I have left the table now | |
| And this is just to say | |
| Every song I' ve ever sung | |
| Has bee a song for going |