I passed the day at the mourning tree
Where the river's sorrow run deep,
And all at once a host of birds
Did settle and nest around me.
In their songs, I heard your song
I heard the bomber's drone,
Beneath those birds and the swaying wheat
I heard you coming home.
Oh my love where did you fly
After you came home to me?
Like the nightjar you left me here
To nest in the mourning tree.
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