can you hear me? will you listen? don't come near me, don't go missing in the lissome light of evening help me, Cosmia, I'm grieving
and all those lonely nights down by the river brought me bread and water (water, in) but though I tried so hard, my little darling I couldn't keep the night from coming in
and all those lonely nights down by the river I was brought my bread and water by the kith and the kin now in the quiet hour when I am sleepin' I cannot keep the night from comin' in
beneath the porch light, we've all been circling beat our dust hearts, singe our flour wings but in the corner, something is happening! wild Cosmia, what have you seen?
water were your limbs, and the fire was your hair and then the moonlight caught your eye and you rose through the air well, if you've seen true light, then this is my prayer: will you call me when you get there?
and I miss your precious heart and miss, and miss, and miss and miss, and miss, and miss and miss, and miss your heart but release your precious heart to its feast, for precious hearts