Roots of My Hair

Wet is my whistle

Wandering wayward

Trouser is caught in a thorny bramble

Sun soon be slipping

Down spine of the meadow

Swamp candle flower

A watery fellow

The monarch's my right hand

Left is the sparrow

Twilight blue my bone and marrow

The river's path is old and narrow

First evening star

To comfort the scarecrow

Pull me up by the roots of my hair

Into the rosy atmosphere

Pull me up by the roots of my hair

Into the rosy atmosphere

Marveling over dead branches

Wind in the grasses

Marveling over dead branches

Wind in the grasses

Marveling over dead branches

Wind in the grasses

Marveling over dead branches

Wind in the grasses

Pull me up by the roots of my hair

Into the rosy atmosphere

Pull me up by the roots of my hair

Into the rosy atmosphere...

Marveling over dead branches

Marveling over dead branches

Into the rosy atmosphere

Into the rosy atmosphere