Wet is my whistle
Wandering wayward
Trouser is caught in a thorny bramble
Sun soon be slipping
Down spine of the meadow
Swamp candle flower
A watery fellow
The monarch's my right hand
Left is the sparrow
Twilight blue my bone & marrow
The river's path is old & narrow
First evening star
To comfort the scarecrow
Pull me up by the roots of my hair
Into the rosy atmosphere
Pull me up by the roots of my hair
Into the rosy atmosphere
Marveling over dead branches
Wi-i-i-i-i-i-ind in the grasses
Marveling over dead branches
Wind in the grasses
Marveling over dead branches
Wind in the grasses
Marveling over dead branches
Wind in the grasses
Pull me up by the roots of my hair
Into the rosy atmosphere
Pull me up by the roots of my hair
Into the rosy atmosphere
Marveling over dead branches
Marveling over dead branches
Please Enjoy! ~ettawhy