I made up a word that turned to flesh Scaring all the birds back to the nest The morning'd come and I would smile And sway my head from side to side With the wind and rain that traveled past All the deer that cross, they cross in fear Lay me back, I want to be right here The light inside a silver birch And through the smoke, you catch the sun A boat is just some wood that wants to burn Hung up on a pole and full of straw We are not afraid of you no more The crows fly down from their nests To steal the grain you can't protect The crows fly down and peck your face Your eyes and hair and nose and lips