Came from a far, far country
And lived in the sauna
Til thaw
We died in the delta
The following fall
Built a cabin of conifers
By the bend in the river
With plans for a shed
And stable
God willing if we're able
Strung wire for sheep
We could not afford
Pumped an organ
And prayed to the Lord
Every Sunday
In a tent
No one even remembers my name
The bride who came to Yellow Sky
We perished in anomity
And drowned by the shore
One d**h is a tragedy
A thousand are a bore
Shared a quilt
And scurvy and scabies
Ate fatback and beans
But no greens
A maiden blossoms in her teens
Pennyroyal tea
It's not the time for me
All's for naught
The corn will rot
In its crib
Embers spark and
Leave ash on the hearth
So we died
And were planted and mixed with earth
Like breathing dust to dearth