In a small far room the bed is set   With trinkets all surrounding   Yet alone it rests, so dry it sets   With souls aside abiding   There moves legs warm, and close inside   No, no leg braces a hello   And pictures on walls where paint is lame   Where sinks are friendly running      Reflect, reflect metal cast   My toe has long been swollen   My knees are blue, my eyes are too   My love has not forgotten   We’ll come, we’ll come, oh he will come   And make me have a baby   Then I foresee we all, us three   Will ride and all together      The hills have eyes, their trees have lives   Disjointed like a hero   No saga told, no things unfold   To make the ride much finer   The length is fine, his hand in mine   Does someone hear our chatter   A lover's laugh, a bleeding calf   A dog out in the harbor