The Mapmaker के बोल

Here sits the silk That you Wrapped beside you Here goes the mud That you let Rise above you Here swings the moth that Has its eyes On you Here flies that hawk that Dances out what you do When still in the map that you Still in the map that you Drew When still in the map that you Still in the map that you Drew When still in the map that you Still in the map that you Drew Here sits the silk That you Wrapped beside you Here goes the mud That you let Rise above you