Over sleepy brooks beyond

The city walls and outer woods

They’re gathering

The forest damp and parson sings

And evening dirge to lay him done

Before the town

 

The withered wreath of baby’s breath

Is laid upon this broken earth

woman nods the crowd responds

parchment cloth falls to the ground

 

Wise man

Came to town

Healing words

For the crowd

You’re a wise man

Mesmerized man

We’re in magic hands

 

Mourning through a flute

The miller plays a tune

It lingers on that silky song