Rise up now, my darling
Pull this poncho off you
Trade it for what is in my trembling hand
Throw it on
Now we bear the colors
Of the life eternal
Here on our sweatshirts they are gold and tan
Peach and grey
I hear sung the song of birds
The notes of thrush and wren
And all things are sighing out
From burrow, nest, and den
Sever the silver cord
And break the golden bowl
And let us return to dust
And be at last made whole
Steal away forever
Dance alone and darkly
Learn things forgotten
Things that you missed, ways to move
No more - no more talk of where or when
No more - no feelings of vague rapport
No more - no leaning with outstretched arms
No more - no bells on your shoes or sleaves,
Neck or hair
And all the colors are gold and tan
And they are peach and grey
And they are gold and tan and peach and grey
Pull this poncho off you
Trade it for what is in my trembling hand
Throw it on
Now we bear the colors
Of the life eternal
Here on our sweatshirts they are gold and tan
Peach and grey
I hear sung the song of birds
The notes of thrush and wren
And all things are sighing out
From burrow, nest, and den
Sever the silver cord
And break the golden bowl
And let us return to dust
And be at last made whole
Steal away forever
Dance alone and darkly
Learn things forgotten
Things that you missed, ways to move
No more - no more talk of where or when
No more - no feelings of vague rapport
No more - no leaning with outstretched arms
No more - no bells on your shoes or sleaves,
Neck or hair
And all the colors are gold and tan
And they are peach and grey
And they are gold and tan and peach and grey