Them Bird Things - Bliss [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Scarlet sky in morning
Take warning
You're a rhyme in frost
Tied in knots
I'm a tear in paper
A letter lost

I haul my heart on a sledge down to town
And set it on edge with a scowl and a frown
Embracing my pain in the wake of fate

Our dreams were dashed
Swept away
The day that you drowned
No trace was found
And still I stalk
The widow's walk

Graves to your left and graves to your right
Mother Mary and Eddie, baby Jane and dad
Two score and a year as the end draws near

Home is the hunter from hill
And sailor from the sea
Oh, it was the good Lord's will
Now let the poor boy be

So I descend
From Foster Hill
Into the valley
Past Pig's Alley
To a stone in the grass though no
Body below

Now that the chill wind which comes from the east
Has turned into birdsong and a warm summer breeze
Let us cross the river and rest under the trees

Home is the hunter from hill
And sailor from the sea
Oh, it was the good Lord's will
Now let the poor boy be

Home is the hunter from hill
And sailor from the sea
Oh, it was the good Lord's will
Now let the poor boy be...