A small green valley a slow strea
That sparkles silver in the light
The young man lying there
His blonde hair bleached by the sunlight
As though he hasn't got a care
He sleeps to one side hides his head
He's very young his braided coat's
bu*toned to his throat
The water bubbles at his feet
The humming insects chase around
The body they've found on the ground
The young man lying there
Oblivious to the bee's sound
As though he hasn't got a care
He sleeps on one side hides his head
He's very young his boots are wet
His hat's beside him in the gra**
His blue coat's bu*toned to the throat
His posture's stiff in mauve clover
You see the gra** stuck to his soles
The young man lying there
His ribs punctured with two red holes
As though he hasn't got a care