Buzzard's apprentice

Still, dear all day long circling the great beyond
We come fast, come to feast
We come with a song for all seasons

Spring dear, big sigh, and hold on my side
We dive to the place where the bullets come down
Where the bullets come down and around and around and
Hold on for me and oh see oh see
oh life, oh come forward

Where the bullets come down down in doors
And around in holes and keep on

In mothers sowing
In daughter’s sleep

What black dreams guide me?
What stirs in me?

And still, this roaring sea
Of progress of industry
They seem so far down
Their flesh, our crown

So take a long time sipping your wine
Brandish your evening clothes
Mirrored in haze, ironed in daze
Merry princes all long gone

Stealing aloud, nature abound
Dark muses guiding me
Heaven or not, taking your shot
Getting along with me