Beargrass

down the sound,
i fled for autumn
out her gown,
the woodshed sodden
boards and brown--
we're ever the garden's now

down the ground,
the brush I'm wanderin
now resounds
with thrushes hauntin
fountain-drown,
my wishes wanton
callow down,
my willow's walkin.

all of this was interim
all of them were innocent
in the mire
with the wrens
say oh

down the hound,
we lie with cravens
and unfound,
we make our makings
all our rounds--
and never the dogs did frown

down the mound,
the dark is takin
wound around
our sorrow shakin.
let me now--
forever this love abounds

all of this was interim
all of them were innocent
in the mire
with the wrens
say oh

all of this was interim
all of them were innocent
in the wild
with a grin
say oh