...The Loons, See The Scarecrow in the Tree

If there are loons here
They're trapped beneath the ice
Closing
Their red eyes

Oh the eyes, the ice
Oh what could hold the light better than

Come warm yourself by the fire
It will be gone soon
Good luck warming
Yourself by the moon

Oh the eyes, the ice
Oh what could hold the light better than

I will wear your shroud
Like a scudding cloud
Wеaving in and out of the face
Flitting fast across the moon
Oh, thе gloom

I will hide in my
Little green cloak even as all the smoke fills up the room
Oh, the gloom

Dear friend scarecrow up in the tree bough
Please tell me I wanna know how
How did you get uppa there today
They put you in the ground and I figured that was where you would stay

A lady came walking by with a tin pail
With wind in her hair but tied into a pig tail
She said that her name was Alide and she asked me for mine
I said I never got one she said they're not too hard to find

I told her about all the little birdies
All a'tweeting and a'perchin' all around over me
And I never did understood just why i should make them afraid
I told her that was just about all that I thought about names
Theyre for scaring you and make you play someone else's game

"oh scarecrow, havn't you ever wanted to be a little birdie?"