Oh, can?t you tell That I worry very well? Oh old friend, how I fret Things you wouldn?t want to wrestle The hills below sloping Down to the beach
It?s cold out but I don?t mind it I?m making a fire Out of what I might find here The old and the dying We don?t want them coming in No! Their
If only you?d stay In the water To wade It?s only a rake In the garden I made It?s only a rake A dead dirty spade It?s enough to win me Or dig
Stay while all the ships go Sailing on out to sea Stay for our lonesome window That nobody else sees through Aglow by the stove in the morning Our
On we go Skin and bone Underneath our winter coats Unlike them, many men I don?t care we?re going nowhere Oh swing on, swing on Let?s not go home
Driving at night Pedal down in the dark Rabbits they run out Look at them go so fast! Some of them old And some of them young like us Be careful
I want you to come Across the coast and the sea between us Sills filled with sun And engines are on I have been gone Back at home where it?s covered
This is all my fault I have many things done wrong I?ve been longing for a dove Or an olive in a cup I?m so sorry Sorry love I want us to make
Without a sound My old hound sleeps in the ground Under the house Under the town An arrow is loud Shivered and stuck in the mouth And my heart?
and get on With the other mouths and tongues And the work there is to be done This is what becomes of us There are dim things in the pond There is dust under
