Said, Are you listening
To dying swallows?
Don't they strike you bitter cold?
I will come, shut them out
And shine a light inside this hole

Although my western hands
Seem uncertain
They mean to find a way
Rest once more
Shut your door
See my body to its rightful place
My body in its resting place

It was honest Abraham
And this cracked, red pavement
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He did taught me to come home
Are you here, boy
To sell oats
Or drink yourself into a corpse?
Oh must I long remain
In wretched slumber
'Fore I taste your lips once more?
How much time must I waste
Before my body's in its rightful place?
Before my body's in its resting place?
Before my body's in its resting place?