all those folks

On the day the sun was born,

Draped ash just like a willow,

Burned holes just like an ember.

Just a guess, well I’ve been shown,

My mind gets often weary,

Til my body slowly hears me.

Eyes pace up and down the road,

As it winds along the stream side,

Fed by spring, dancing to hymns shaped by time

As udumbara seldom shows,

It’s pedals wrapped in theory,

Three thousand years for you to hear me

Suppose it goes that all those folks, their minds’ easy,

Chopping off my toes to stand up to me,

Say the road’s all froze, that call ain’t free

All the best for those who have grown,

I’m cross legged, crossed, and teary,

Yet I’m building up a levee

And all the alabaster stone,

Reflects brightest in the morning,

As the sun wakes up my darling

Suppose it goes that all those folks, their minds’ easy,

Chopping off my toes to stand up to me,

Say the road’s all froze, that call ain’t free