Curran, Curran
Not the seed, not the fruit, not the limb
Grow it back, Curran

Your hand and your hair, dig a hole
And you plant them both there
In the woods, Curran

I can’t be seen eating from this stock
I can’t be seen kneeling from this shock

Curran, Curran
Curran, Curran
Do you know where the creatures live?
Wild things, Curran
You cut the claws from the cat
Cut the blades from the grass
It grows back, Curran

I can’t be seen eating of this stock
I can’t be seen kneeling from this shock

We could have a love like lovesong
That we sing and save our sleeping
Our throats are closed and gone or leaving
But I still hope your woods come up in spring
Lift those lever, those your hands
Hold them upwards to your friends
Lift those lever, those your hands
Hold them upwards to your friends, oh

We could have a love like lovesong
That we sing and save our sleeping
Our throats are closed and gone or leaving
But I still hope your woods come up in spring
Spring
Spring
Spring