The Milkmaid Sings - Current 93

Your name is not at all the same

As when you dreamt in bed

Your name is quiet and still

Whilst you move at night

Your name is singing like the sweet birds

As The Light Is Leaving You All

Score the witch above

The breath that falls from that mouse

The sleep falls over the Stars

Softly knocks the PoliceMan at your door

Whilst the MilkMaid sings home

On the beck the barge sighs softly

Over the lake

The birds sing sweetly in the dusk

That name masks slowly over moss

Whilst the RED skies bolt towards the Hill

See the cattle gently lowing

The lambs so sweet on grass

A thousand dead horsies hover over their skulls

Stretch over RED HILL and cover

The staircase over the drain

A thousand witches softly spelling

The low cows slide and click kick and hooves

Live bright and their kill glistens in the drain

The birds slowly sing sweet songs

Far away the RED BARN glows

A thousand witches hover

Over bush and tree and hedge

And The Light Is Leaving Us All