Текст песни
I have never been weary like this
In this gray frost and slush-slicked abyss
I dreamed of a sky that no mortal could bliss
And my life that had gone so amiss
Endless the ragged and ravaging nights
And anguish in revelry’s wake is ne'er due
Is it for that that my eyes feel the bites
As a worm bores the blue of a leaf through
No one's betrayal can wound me or stain
And ease of my triumphs brings nothing but pall
That hair's golden hay that once was my gain
Is turning to gray after all
It is turning to ashes to water and sludge
When autumn's foul dregs seep and strain
I grieve not for you all the years I can't budge
I've no longing to have you again
I am weary of self-torment aimless and bleak
And with strange subtle grace on my face
I have learned in this frame that is growing so weak
To carry the light and the peace of the grave's embrace
And it isn't so hard now to hobble and grope
From enclosure to pen without cheer
As into a straitjacket we’ve taken the slope
And we're binding nature in concrete here
And within me by these same hard laws that bind
My wild fever is rendered tame
Yet I still give a bow in the back of my mind
To the fields where I once staked my claim
To the country I grew 'neath the maple's bent limb
Where I romped in the grass turning sere
I send greetings to sparrows and crows on a whim
And the owl that sobs in the night's ear
I cry to them into spring's distant rush
O my sweet birds in the blue's shivering hush
Spread the word that I've raised all the hell and the fuss
Let the wind pummel the ribs of the rye with a crush
