That's you hardly making new
Living laughing lose
That sleep makes my eyes believe in you
Morning bird cut up, worm fasting
Child in warmth of adam
Here comes the sun, here comes someone

Look where to hide, oh where to hide
Oh I know I lied, make it hard to find
Look, your head doesn't look

And dark blue bird, black worm
It follows me, harmless;
And I learn

Father, my faith is bothered in my stomach
There is hope in all his spirit
Black bird blues
Daughter, you will lose

Keep her steady off the black yarn cradle
Burn and you'll be able