All Those Folks - Barbaro

On the day the sun was born

Draped ash just like a willow

Burned holes just like an ember

Just a guess, well I’ve been shown

My mind gets often weary

Til my body slowly hears me

Eyes pace up and down the road

As it winds along the stream side

Fed by spring, dancing to hymns shaped by time

As udumbara seldom shows

It’s pedals wrapped in theory

Three thousand years for you to hear me

Suppose it goes that all those folks, their minds' easy

Chopping off my toes to stand up to me

Say the road’s all froze, that call ain’t free

All the best for those who have grown

I’m cross legged, crossed, and teary

Yet I’m building up a levee

And all the alabaster stone

Reflects brightest in the morning

As the sun wakes up my darling

Suppose it goes that all those folks, their minds' easy

Chopping off my toes to stand up to me

Say the road’s all froze, that call ain’t free