Oh, how lovely was the evening?
Round the wheel the wilds a-runnin'
Mum the river singing, humming
"We'll keep the vultures dying"
The afternoon bread's left crumbs in our beds.
Jillian within the forest
Struck a stone and broke her poor wrist
Buried in the ground the lame appendage
And became a tree of bended branches
The garden of leaves we built from our knees.
But then storm it poured upon us
And we sang the howling chorus
Fires came then flood to the forest
The vultures cried and flew above us.
So you and I will die adored
Thrown around the willful rapids
"Who of us is truly horrid?"
Sings the vultures ended chorus.