[ A ]
Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stood
By a dirt road, in first dark, and heard
The great geese hoot northward
I could not see them, there being no moon
And the stars sparse. I heard them
I did not know what was happening in my heart
It was the season before the elderberry blooms
Therefore they were going north
The sound was pa**ing northward
[ B ]
Tell me a story
In this century, and moment, of mania
Tell me a story
Make it a story of great distances, and starlight
The name of the story will be Time
But you must not pronounce its name
Tell me a story of deep delight