…it was late at night…

… if words were taken from me, and eyes were distant hills…

… how many brothers I have had to keep …

… thanks for letting me help complete a job that I could do …

… sifting, flinging, burying, heaped …

If in the winter, we could see no sea…

… do you know why the songbird’s in my heart …

I do not think I can ever hold the day, and let your being in me ever spend…