How the Hours... - Birch Book

Staring out of the window

How the clouds are moving slow

Watching their broken fragments

As the tea is on the stove

Floor is scattered paper

And the dishes all undone

Before I get my life in line

I’ll write me one more song

How the hours sing along

Their solemn requiem

Open sky before me

Behold me now just as I am

Listen here you old big world

Beyond my own mind’s door

If you come a-knocking

Mind you ain’t no bore

'Cause if you’s gonna clamor

Awake my weary dream

You ought at least to offer

For my tea some cream

How the hours sing aloud

Their solemn requiem

Open sky before me

Behold me now just as I am

I have some time for thinking

When nothing else is mine

When I got the world to please

I cannot find the rhyme

Yeah, when I lose my rhythm

Where that I can float

Seems without a river

Ain’t much use a boat

How the hours sing along

Their solemn requiem

Open sky before me

Behold me now just as I am

The trees just keep on growing

And the sky still making rain

When I wake I know that

For me it is the same

Ask me why I’m living

I’ll say it always was

Ask why the sun is giving

And you see it don’t need a cause

How the hours sing along

Their solemn requiem

Open sky before me

Behold me now just as I am