the

Walls & Birds

songbook

B F# For in the marketplace one dusk of day I watched the potter B thumping his wet clay F# and with his all obliterated tounge he murmured gently E F# why fret about them if today be sweet? B F# B How time is slipping underneath our feet There was a door to which I found no key there was a veiled pass which I could not see Some little talk a while to the rolling heaven itself I cried oh please who starts for the dwan of nothing you make haste now thats a moment of the well to taste Now this delightfull herb who’s tender green fledges the river’s lip on which we lean we lean upon it lightly for who knows how little while we have to stay and once departed shall return no more how the new years to solitude retires E B F# I make the most of what we yet may spend before we too E F# into the dust decend E B the flowers should open with the morning skies and a retreating F# C#m B F# B whisper as I wake the flower that has once blown forever dies