Lyrics

She drums her fingers on the windowsill
And glances out at the far dark hill
Something makes her hesitate
Then turn back to the cup and plate

What’s that music in my ear
Running deep and running clear?
(It’s a song I can almost hear)
Something moves from North to South
To the river’s mouth

Behind his desk he’s grey and tired
While suns explode and stars inspire
He said, “All my fury has been spent
Whether by design or accident

”The old man’s family is bowed in grief
While his spirit dives off the barrier reef
He said, “I don’t want to step on your muddy banks
Your tangled grasses – Oh no thanks"

So hurl your spears and set your lairs
But you’d better aim with deadly care
For if you don’t, I may yet evade
The hangman’s noose and the hunter’s blade