The Goose And The Wren

While in the form of the owl

The goose and the wren left the shores of maryland

To find better oxygen while the outcry of twenty men

Run from the nearby battalion as if we avoid their light

Then we might make it home tonight

And one old crook

Carries a very heavy book

Friends would say

"Sir, are you sure some good could come of your learning?"

And he said, "my girl gave it to me just before the war

I've never read a book like this before

It's giving me kind of a kind of a burning"

But if it is love then I'm not quite sure if I should keep it

But I've heard it's apart of the whole so I guess I need it

But I'll certainly be sure to stay above the ground

Lately beautiful things got a way of bringing me down

Here lie one hundred men, fighters every one of them

They went into the light and, oh, no they won't be home tonight

And I came upon a kid with a kite

Despite the storms said he's going to fly

So I said, "brother, what would your mother say?"

And he said, "hold your tongue, it was a present

And god damn I am a man, I ain't afraid of the rain"

But what can a bystander do?

No more than watch the spidery lights take a hold of you

"But you know I warned you, boy, you know I told you, boy

I'll hold you back, boy but now I don't know

But cause in a curious kind of way

I want to grow along with you"

And morning did come, I was standing struck dumb

By a dead man in the sun

And the only live one held a string from his thumb

That stretched up to the sky

Where the heron flew by singing, "oh, me and, oh, my"

And the goose and the wren

No I have not seen them but the water looks nice

So I do not think twice

And I'm sure that they're fine

Very good friends of mine

'Cause sometimes I can't tell when things are unwell

By the look of the sea, staring straight back at me

And I miss him, I do but I think it is true

That when the love go, it's the lovers who show

Just how lonely they are in a song or a scar

Sincerely your friend, write back to me wren

I've been thinking too much down here in the sand

The farmer stands and says, "what happened to the land?

It used to be fertile

It used to be good, when I was a lad"

The farmer calls out to this men says

"It's getting late boys, it's best you come back in"