John Coffey Bright Companions
Knows he who tills this lonely field (to reap its scanty corn)
What mystic fruit his acres yield (at midnight and morn?)
In the long sunny afternoon (the plain was full of ghosts)
They took this valley for their toy (they played with it in every mood)
A cell for prayer, a ball for joy (treated nature as they would)
In wandered up, I wandered down
We stayed in chains for another until she brought back
We stayed in chains for another, we could never change
We could never change
Run, run and batter up! Run, run and batter it...
As when my brothers long ago
Came with me to the woods
The winding Concord gleamed below pouring as a wide flood beset by pensive hosts
We stayed in chains for another until she brought back
We stayed in chains for another, we could never change
We could never change
But they are gone, the holy ones who trod with me this lonely vale
The strong, star-bright companions are silent, low and pale
We stayed in chains for another until she brought back
We stayed in chains for another, we could never change
We could never change
