Gypsy Hands from Moon Window by Benjamin Woods

Gypsy Hands

I'd like to tell you just what I've noticed,
that we are bodies moving in the garden
that is set with winter.
the plants are gone now,
and I think we laid the rows a little crooked and
the rhythm sags but
it makes the trees glow
and gives us shadows to move between our levels,
oh, and I know
that my gypsy hands have chosen melody.
and I see
that my shadow sings around all the crooked stakes.

I'm glad you're back now
with your hands calloused:
the soil needs your love and
you must take it up.
but I'm just drinking
and singing out of my pores
I'll use my body to make something sweet.
we are the only
living things here.
the winter's cold but I think we're gonna make it glow.
cause you know
that our roots can move and beat through the solid trees.
and we'll see
that our shadows dance in spite of the winter's seed.

here in the river I will sing my silly songs, I will set my many bones to the sea.
and when I come, evaporate into the sun, I will set my twisted tongue and mind at ease.
and without smoke I will wallow in eternal bliss of the eternal dying dream.
and oh I'll be come back into the forest, just before the lord comes out of me.

Copyright 2010 Benjamin Woods

• Benjamin
• Folk
• Grunge Folk
• Woods
• east
• fiddle
• folk
• garden
• jam
• maritime
• shindig
• Victoria