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Andrew Bird
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First Song
Lyricist:Andrew Wegman Bird, Galway Kinnell
Then it was dusk in Illinois a small boy After an afternoon of carting dung hung On a rail fence, a sapped thing So weary to crying
Dark was growing tall He began to hear the pond frogs all calling on his ear They were calling on his ear They were calling on his ear with what seemed their joy
Soon the sound was pleasant for a boy Listening in the smoky dusk and nightfall of Illinois And from the fields two small boys came Bearing cornstalk violins
So they rubbed the cornstalk bows with resins Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And the three just sat there scraping of the joy Of their joy, they're scraping of the joy
It was now fine music, the frogs and the boys did In the towering Illinois twilight Make and into dark in spite a shoulder's ache
A boy's hunched body loved out of a stalk The first song of his happiness and the song woke his heart Into the darkness and sadness of joy
Dark was growing tall He began to hear the pond frogs all calling on his ear They were calling on his ear They were calling on his ear with what seemed their joy
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