Out at night, I saw a squirrel
Lying in a ditch beneath a great elm tree.
Grey and weak, his tiny eyes revealed
The secret of this vigil strange and free.
Hour after hour he pursued,
Weaker and weaker you grew
Squirrel, friend, I see you lying and there's
Nothing I can do to bring you back.
Grey and weak, your tiny eyes don't understand
The strangeness of this pain you feel.
All through the night you will lie,
Each moment d**h's hour draws nigh.
Silently, your hooded brothers lay you down
To sleep forever into time.
Peace, at last, has come upon you
As a Mother's fading whispers to her child.
Hour after hour I pursued,
Though you are gone I will still remember you.