Bone Of Song Lyrics

	just where it now lies I can no longer say
	I found it on a cold and November day
	in the roots of a sycamore tree where it had hid so long
	in a box made out of myrtle lay the bone of song
	the bone of song was a jawbone old and bruised
	and worn out in the service of the muse
	and along its sides and teeth were written words
	I ran my palm along them and I heard
	lucky are you who finds me in the wilderness
	I am the only unquiet ghost that does not seek rest
	the words on the bone of song were close and small
	and though their tongues were dead I found I knew them all
	in the hieroglyphs of quills and quatrain lines
	Osiris—the fall of Troy—Auld Lang Syne
	Kathleen Mauvoreen—Magnificat—Your Cheatin' Heart
	the chords of a covenant king singing for the Ark
	then I saw on a white space that was left
	a blessing written older than the rest
	it said leave me here I care not for wealth or fame
	I'll remember your song – but I'll forget your name
	the words that I sang blew off like the leaves in the wind
	and perched like birds in the branches before landing on the bone again
	then the bone was quiet it said no more to me
	so I wrapped it in the ribbons of a sycamore tree
	and as night had come I turned around and headed home
	with a lightness in my step and a song in my bones
	lucky are you who finds me in the wilderness
	I am the only unquiet ghost that does not seek rest

	just where it now lies I can no longer say
	I found it on a cold and November day
	in the roots of a sycamore tree where it had hid so long
	in a box made out of myrtle lay the bone of song
	the bone of song was a jawbone old and bruised
	and worn out in the service of the muse
	and along its sides and teeth were written words
	I ran my palm along them and I heard
	lucky are you who finds me in the wilderness
	I am the only unquiet ghost that does not seek rest
	the words on the bone of song were close and small
	and though their tongues were dead I found I knew them all
	in the hieroglyphs of quills and quatrain lines
	Osiris the fall of Troy Auld Lang Syne
	Kathleen Mauvoreen Magnificat Your Cheatin' Heart
	the chords of a covenant king singing for the Ark
	then I saw on a white space that was left
	a blessing written older than the rest
	it said leave me here I care not for wealth or fame
	I' ll remember your song but I' ll forget your name
	the words that I sang blew off like the leaves in the wind
	and perched like birds in the branches before landing on the bone again
	then the bone was quiet it said no more to me
	so I wrapped it in the ribbons of a sycamore tree
	and as night had come I turned around and headed home
	with a lightness in my step and a song in my bones
	lucky are you who finds me in the wilderness
	I am the only unquiet ghost that does not seek rest

	just where it now lies I can no longer say
	I found it on a cold and November day
	in the roots of a sycamore tree where it had hid so long
	in a box made out of myrtle lay the bone of song
	the bone of song was a jawbone old and bruised
	and worn out in the service of the muse
	and along its sides and teeth were written words
	I ran my palm along them and I heard
	lucky are you who finds me in the wilderness
	I am the only unquiet ghost that does not seek rest
	the words on the bone of song were close and small
	and though their tongues were dead I found I knew them all
	in the hieroglyphs of quills and quatrain lines
	Osiris the fall of Troy Auld Lang Syne
	Kathleen Mauvoreen Magnificat Your Cheatin' Heart
	the chords of a covenant king singing for the Ark
	then I saw on a white space that was left
	a blessing written older than the rest
	it said leave me here I care not for wealth or fame
	I' ll remember your song but I' ll forget your name
	the words that I sang blew off like the leaves in the wind
	and perched like birds in the branches before landing on the bone again
	then the bone was quiet it said no more to me
	so I wrapped it in the ribbons of a sycamore tree
	and as night had come I turned around and headed home
	with a lightness in my step and a song in my bones
	lucky are you who finds me in the wilderness
	I am the only unquiet ghost that does not seek rest

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