Lonely Birds’ Tocorchage

Lonely birds stop and bide
Lonely birds stop and bide
Humming roses wait for you
Help me out, footlight
Help me out, footlight
Help me out

Who will be here for her and hers
When I go under, embrace my calm
Who could have such willingness
To not be bested by that
Boldly grows, blackberry-like
Boldly dance off [the] edge
Boldly grows, blackberry-like
For this dance I dissolve

Lonely birds stop and bide
Lonely birds stop and bide
Wet blue grasses wait for you
Have her know I love her
Have her know I love her
All of her tasting true
Help me out, footlight
Help me out, footlight
Help me out soon

Who of those tuneful holy ghosts
Know the fervid prayer I've pulled this far
Answer back loudly when you might