This Year - Bowerbirds

Just come down from a high fever,

from out there in the yard

While the pyre is burning, it’s hard to feel the weather shift

or the fear of the dark

Ahhh

This year we need a deeper frost

Me and my meadowlark

Under the winter’s fears

Out where the tree line starts

Down on the north slope

Down to the creek

Hold tight til spring

On and on goes the long winter

My eyes now fixed to the stars

We’ve been there before and I’m fairly sure we’ll find a clearing

in the forest of our hearts

Ahhh

This year we need a deeper frost

Me and my meadowlark

Under the winter’s fears

Out where the tree line stops

Down on the north slope

Down to the creek

Hold tight til spring

But you know I’m not an activist,

not in the purest sense

I’m not a pacifist

I know which rules to bend

I just reveal my name

and show my love

out in the hallows

Ohhh

This year we need a deeper frost

Me and my meadowlark

Under the winter’s fears

Out where the tree line stops

Down on the north slope

Down to the creek

Hold tight til spring