Waxwing

Once, under juniper
A wicked word
From bones and broderie
Became a bird
She cut her feathers up
Into a cloak
And fled back to her almond tree
When he awoke

Fair Jorinde it be Hallowtide
Oh Fitcher's feathered head
Wherefrom, wherefrom

Find the petal with the pearl inside
Black eyed Susan's out of bed
And up in song

Seven ravens stalk the inbetween
The fairytale foretold
September sent the rain
In silver darts

Send them soupy for the guillotine
How many heads have rolled
To see our livers slain
And eat out our hearts

Fairings for the four and twenty
Don't you brood, little birdy
Would you like to bake a pie

If you need a lesson
I have plenty
Kick the jinx
And kiss him goodbye
Jorinde I'll carry you up and into the sky

Oh God, make me small make me somebody else
We'll make it out brave, we'll make it out whole
I flew through the forest and wept where you knelt
You watered the grave, you met with my soul
You ran with the flames and you taught them to dance
Come back to bed, come back to us
Now they would burn if you gave them a chance
We can turn back today, turn back to dust

Sang the ring dove from the willow spray
My pretty nightingale
Where have you gone
Sir the forest took our words away
And that is how this sorry tale
Became a song