Roots Of My Hair

Wet is my whistle Wandering wayward Trouser is caught in a thorny bramble Sun soon be slipping Down spine of the meadow Swamp candle flower A watery fellow The monarch's my right hand Left is the sparrow Twilight blue my bone & marrow The river's path is old & narrow First evening star To comfort the scarecrow Pull me up by the roots of my hair Into the rosy atmosphere Pull me up by the roots of my hair Into the rosy atmosphere Marveling over dead branches Wi-i-i-i-i-i-ind in the grasses Marveling over dead branches Wind in the grasses Marveling over dead branches Wind in the grasses Marveling over dead branches Wind in the grasses Pull me up by the roots of my hair Into the rosy atmosphere Pull me up by the roots of my hair Into the rosy atmosphere Marveling over dead branches Marveling over dead branches Please Enjoy! ~ettawhy