One evening I met an owl out of the blue
He was perching on my guitar when I sang blues
I asked him about where he came true
To me he gave answer only few clues
Breathing deeply through moist air,
When the rain falls down out of the square,
Trying to be warm in dark and cold inside.
Keep my ears still on voice of tide.
I remember one night when it looked so dusky,
The voice of a man heard very loudly,
He was talking to Mr. Death seriously.
He bellowed, 'Mr. Death, I can see you stand lonely;