Come, let us all sing very high
And all sing very loud
And keep on singing in the street
Until there's quite a crowd;
That deaf old man
With his hand to his ear--
His hand to hi head stood out like a shell,
Horny and hollow. He said, "I can't hear,"
Sing a song of men's pyjamas,
Half-past-six has got a pair,
And he's wearing them this evening,
And he's looking such a dear.
Heavens above! here's an old tie of your--
Sea-green dragons stamped on a golden ground.
Ha! Ha! Ha! What children we were in those days.
I climbed up the karaka tree
Into a nest all made of leaves
But soft as feathers.
I made up a song that went on singing all by itself
To the little, pitiful God I make my prayer,
The God with the long grey beard
And flowing robe fastened with a hempen girdle
Who sits nodding and muttering on the all-too-big throne
Love! Love! Your tenderness,
Your beautiful, watchful ways
Grasp me, fold me, cover me;
Now I am a plant, a weed,
Bending and swinging
On a rocky ledge;
And now I am a long brown grass
There was a man lived quite near us;
He had a wooden leg and a goldfinch in a green cage.
His name was Farkey Anderson,
And he'd been in a war to get his leg.
But then there comes that moment rare
When, for no cause that I can find,
The little voices of the air
Sound above all the sea and wind.