30 Red Houses

The birds are sweetly singing
 The birds are sweetly singing
 The birds are sweetly singing
 The birds are sweetly singing
 The birds are sweetly singing
 The birds are sweetly singing
 The birds are sweetly singing
 The birds are sweetly singing
 Streaming like sparrows
 The great star in the sky
 And on that hill
 Are 30 red houses
 30 red houses, upon a red hill
 And 30 dead horsies, upon a dead hill
 I stand on white hill- and red hill- and green hill
 There's 30 great horsies arising
 But let's just take four- a sweet number
 Just add one to the Trinity
 The Monad to the Triad
 The stars as grammar or use knife
 Scan the stars
 The light is leaving us all
 We know, the light is leaving us all
 Mark, and remember- remember
 The Witch of Endor
 Remember- remember and mark the dust in your dark home
 In the tunnel
 The tight black night is humming with blood
 And buzzing with stars
 That shoot you out like a flower
 And the birds are sweetly singing
 And the street lights are shot with flies
 And the sun sings and sinks low
 Over your bed and the birds are sweetly singing
 But the light is leaving you all
 And in the first book
 And in the last book
 And in all the books in between
 And between the books and the words
 There is something at war with nothing
 There is someone at war with no one
 And everything at war with you
 Your left eye is at war
 With your right eye
 And your lips are at war with your tongue
 And the jaw is flaming
 And just over beyond the hill
 The birds sing so sweetly
 And through the flames, they see (That the light is leaving)
 That the light (That the light is leaving)
 Is leaving (That the light is leaving them)
 Them all (That the light is leaving them all)