Old Crow stood by the side of the road
Picking at some bones,
Bones got up and looked at him,
And told him of the world -
"There is a tree not far from here
The trunk stands straight and bold,
Roots are burried in the rocks
Branches hold the sky.
"We are born beneath those leaves,
Eat what falls and die,
We rest among the twisted roots
We water with our blood.
"All around the world tree
We laugh and dance and spin,
And when our dance is ended
We are gathered in.
"Life goes on and then it stops,
Starts and stops again,
What was used is used again,
again, again and again."
Old Bones stood by the side of the road
Singing to a Crow,
Bones laid down and went to sleep
Crow scratched the dirt.