Rise up now, my darling Pull this poncho off you Trade it for what is in my trembling hand Throw it on Now we bear the colors Of the life eternal Here on our sweatshirts they are gold and tan Peach and grey I hear sung the song of birds The notes of thrush and wren And all things are sighing out From burrow, nest, and den Sever the silver cord And break the golden bowl And let us return to dust And be at last made whole Steal away forever Dance alone and darkly Learn things forgotten Things that you missed, ways to move No more - no more talk of where or when No more - no feelings of vague rapport No more - no leaning with outstretched arms No more - no bells on your shoes or sleaves, Neck or hair And all the colors are gold and tan And they are peach and grey And they are gold and tan and peach and grey
Rise up now, my darling Pull this poncho off you Trade it for what is in my trembling hand Throw it on Now we bear the colors Of the life eternal Here on our sweatshirts they are gold and tan Peach and grey I hear sung the song of birds The notes of thrush and wren And all things are sighing out From burrow, nest, and den Sever the silver cord And break the golden bowl And let us return to dust And be at last made whole Steal away forever Dance alone and darkly Learn things forgotten Things that you missed, ways to move No more - no more talk of where or when No more - no feelings of vague rapport No more - no leaning with outstretched arms No more - no bells on your shoes or sleaves, Neck or hair And all the colors are gold and tan And they are peach and grey And they are gold and tan and peach and grey
