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The Giant of Illinois |
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Died of a blister on his toe |
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After walking all day |
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Through the first winters' snow |
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Throwing bits of stale bread |
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to the last speckled doves |
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He never even felt, |
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his shoes fill with blood |
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Delirious with pain, |
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his bedroom walls began to glow |
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And he felt himself floating |
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up through falling snow |
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And the sky was a woman's arms |
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And the sky was a woman's arms |
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A boy with a clubbed foot |
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sat next to him at school |
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Once upon a summer's day |
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they went walking through the woods |
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They spotted a sleeping swan |
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On the banks of a muddy stream |
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They stoned it with rocks |
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till it collapsed in the reeds |
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They laid out on the grass |
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full of chocolate and lemonade |
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And underneath it all |
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the Giant was afraid |
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And the sky was a woman's arms |
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Oh, the sky was a woman's arms |
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And the sky was a woman's arms. |
