The Giant of Illinois

The giant of Illinois

Died of a blister on his toe

After walking all day

Through the first winter's snow

Throwing bits of stale bread

To the last speckled doves

He never even felt

His shoe filled with blood

Delirious with pain, his bedroom walls began to glow

And he felt himself soaring up through falling snow

And the sky was a woman's arms

And the sky was a woman's arms

A boy with a club foot

Had sat next to him in school

Once upon a summer's day

They went wandering through the woods

They spotted a sleeping swan

On the banks of a muddy stream

They stormed it with rock，Till it collapsed in the reeds

They laid out on the grass，Full of chocolate and lemonade

And underneath it all the giant was afraid

And the sky was a woman's arms

Oh, the sky was a woman's arms

And the sky was a woman's arms