Hawksley Workman - Alone Here (Ballad of Bunches of Things) lyrics

Oh

A sedge or siege of cranes

Risk their hearts to love again

Oh

A float of crocodiles

Tears that wash away your smile

And I say

That I'm alone here

With the sound of

Conversations neatly placed in tired mouths

Oh

To be a murderer of crows

Hide the blood stains in the snow

Oh

Lamentation gentle swans

The night will cry for you at dawn

Oh

And drove a flock of sheep

To where the secrets hardly keep

Oh

A barren span of mules

Trade their hands for broken tools

Oh unkindness ravens sing

Whose sorrow songs will bring