♬ Days be Done

[whip_poor_will]

Days be Done

Day is done, away the sun

From the desert streets and sky

By the fall, the bones will rest

And allow the restless souls to lie

 

Dusty days and storms in sight

Heaven’s full, dead birds in flight

Shades in pain hail dark rains

Or is it just the night?

 

Days are dulled, as the crows are culled

How the belly of that beast did churn

Inside the decay its skin turns gray

From the Door it will never return

 

The day is gone, take heed the dawn

It’s hungry now,  there’s nowhere to run

The bleeding sons, shut their eyes

Beware the lyrebird’s lies

 

Dead days bring, the sparrow sings

Unable to fly, they’ve clipped his wings

By the dying brood, unrest and unruly

Have cracked the veil so cruelly

 

Days of dread, the blackbird said

His sorrow even wakes the dead

Centuries passed, he walks the earth

Without love, is his life worth

 

Our time is done, goodbye white sun

Last whippoorwill across that sky

But do not fear, though dead are here

For those who live will help you die

 

Days are gone by the dead bird’s dawn

The world will stop but spin once slain

Beyond the pale is the shadow’s thin veil

Where the dead no longer feel pain

 

And the dead will sleep again