Them Bird Things - Bliss lyrics

Scarlet sky in morning Take warning You're a rhyme in frost Tied in knots I'm a tear in paper A letter lost I haul my heart on a sledge down to town And set it on edge with a scowl and a frown Embracing my pain in the wake of fate Our dreams were dashed Swept away The day that you drowned No trace was found And still I stalk The widow's walk Graves to your left and graves to your right Mother Mary and Eddie, baby Jane and dad Two score and a year as the end draws near Home is the hunter from hill And sailor from the sea Oh, it was the good Lord's will Now let the poor boy be So I descend From Foster Hill Into the valley Past Pig's Alley To a stone in the gra** though no Body below Now that the chill wind which comes from the east Has turned into birdsong and a warm summer breeze Let us cross the river and rest under the trees Home is the hunter from hill And sailor from the sea Oh, it was the good Lord's will Now let the poor boy be Home is the hunter from hill And sailor from the sea Oh, it was the good Lord's will Now let the poor boy be...