Birch Book Five Hundred Keys
On a frosty morning and I wake by the gale
And gold sparkled colors lay scattered on a trail
I gather my belongings and I follow the scent
Northernwise people
The children of Simon with a colorful dress
The old ones she smile under certain duress
From another
But what's at the doorstep as the evening come by?
A gift and a card without any why
But I lift up the lid and inside the box
Are five hundred keys without any locks worth picking
I arrive at the party with a hole in my shoe
They invite me in for they have no excuse
But the cake is all eaten and the drinks they are stale
They pass round the candle so I tell my tale to another
But what's on the table as the mornin' arrives?
A gift and a card and I know no whys
I looked at the card to see what it said
It was blank so it cuffed me to think what I may, me thinking
On a frosty evening I shy from the gale
And dark settled colors they scatter the trail
I gather my belongings and follow the scent
Find them all the people all making amend
The children still silent but over they'll bend
The ones just wince at their certain descent
Like any other
But what's at the graveyard as the noontime abides
A gift and a card ain't that no surprise?
I left there the gift and I wrote on the card
I'm still learning always but give my regard to another
