Horse Feathers Starving Robins
It's there in the woods.
As I child I could,
see down where the deer ate dying grass
and hear when the starving robins asked.
Where's the Spring?
Met with the mightiest change in the breeze, and with
that wind in mind,
there's the truth,
beyond by the crick lies the memory of youth.
Right out of the blue,
a frost came to abuse,
down where the deer ate the dying grass,
near where the starving robins asked.
Where's the Spring?
Met with the mightiest change in the breeze and with that
wind in mind,
there's the truth,
beyond by the crick lies the memory of youth.
Where's the Spring?
Like a light is to dark there's an end to this thing,
and with that end in mind,
there's the truth,
beyond by the crick lies the ghost of my youth.
