To write one song, I said
As sad as the sad wind
That walks around my bed
Having one simple fall
As a candle-flame swells, and is thinned
As a curtain stirs by the wall
— For this I must visit the dead
Headstone and wet cross
Paths where the mourners tread
A solitary bird
These call up the shade of loss
Shape word to word

To write one song, I said
As sad as the sad wind
That walks around my bed
Having one simple fall
As a candle-flame swells, and is thinned
As a curtain stirs by the wall
— For this I must visit the dead
Headstone and wet cross
Paths where the mourners tread
A solitary bird
These call up the shade of loss
Shape word to word