2007

A shooting star in the sky

Ever through the night

Whistling as it passes by

In the moon's pale light

Silence on the plains

Silence on the shore

And the playground is abandoned

Ever more

Mother kiss your son

Father grant your girls your land

Send off your boys

And receive an old man

Bird will sing in foreign tones

And the house, rest its bones

And the garden is filled with new stones

They bear faces like the moon

And are armed with bowls and spoons

Tis the hour of horror

And the time of thick gloom

The barely tips the scale

The black horse flashes his tail

He's in the the garden

With acreage to sale

Bird will sing in foreign tones

And the house, rest its bones

And the garden is filled with new stones

Mothers bow your heads

Peace has fled all beds

A lonely shadow follows him

Where he treads

The polished stones are well groomed

And lo they softly croon

And say " Come Rest",

"and shed your skin in my room."

Bird will sing in foreign tones

And the house, rest its bones

And the garden is filled with new stones