Evenings of Damask
The evenings of Damask are fallingÂÂ
The youth of truth chestÂÂ
Feeds a starlingÂÂ
With his heart.ÂÂ
A chosen man begged by the waysideÂÂ
A horse came soon and died before himÂÂ
And said eat.ÂÂ
The icy claws of earth are crawlingÂÂ
Upon my baby's brow and callingÂÂ
Please come home.ÂÂ
The boy unlike the man was smilingÂÂ
For gulleys, streams and hills would hide himÂÂ
Like a swan.ÂÂ
A vagabond, a weaver warriorÂÂ
Produced a loom, a cheese and chopperÂÂ
And said choose.ÂÂ
My sandled feet are fleet like waterÂÂ
I kiss the limbs is Earthess daughterÂÂ
A little tree.
The youth of truth chestÂÂ
Feeds a starlingÂÂ
With his heart.ÂÂ
A chosen man begged by the waysideÂÂ
A horse came soon and died before himÂÂ
And said eat.ÂÂ
The icy claws of earth are crawlingÂÂ
Upon my baby's brow and callingÂÂ
Please come home.ÂÂ
The boy unlike the man was smilingÂÂ
For gulleys, streams and hills would hide himÂÂ
Like a swan.ÂÂ
A vagabond, a weaver warriorÂÂ
Produced a loom, a cheese and chopperÂÂ
And said choose.ÂÂ
My sandled feet are fleet like waterÂÂ
I kiss the limbs is Earthess daughterÂÂ
A little tree.