كلمات Boyhood Blithe

Elkwood, why you steal my boyhood Why you drink my berry blood Why you make me count the days Until you are dressed in amber Bear's brood, why you test my beet stew? Why you steal my honeydew? Why you love your cubs true Love and long like I do? Why you make me flee the camp Brute, bold and honey-bellied Fair breeze, who kissed me kindly? Cload boats, sail idly, ivory Moss rock, totem towering Bring shelter when the gale rage Blue brook, babble little sweet talk Careful, winding cold crook Why you wind forever, restless toil to river Why you make me count your curves Current, cooling body-bound twine Berries, sweet and bush-bred candies Bright as sunlight envies Why you make me seize the day? Fill my buckets all the way Nectar flowing amethyst Sill-rested, honeyed and boiled