When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed,
When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies,
I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend
I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the
The night has been long, The wound has been deep,
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed,
When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies,
I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend
I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the
The night has been long, The wound has been deep,
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight