The scarecrow waits on the hill all day
And a sparrow
Calls as the evening falls
We covered the mountain like snow
We covered the forest
Like crows
But were lie down where the lilacs grow
Your hands look small
And the skin is so cold
With your nails all cracked
Like beetles backs
Their cover the village like ghosts
Their cover the
Mountain like crows
But their find us where our blood meets the snow
Where the lilacs grow