Kayo Dot - And He Built Him A Boat Lyrics
Out of the west the evening-colored airMade a music box out of the treetopsA wind harp out of the starsVelvet waters tumble out from the fountainhead ofInspiration and played the rushesWordless song on the river sighingForgotten the pipes and the flutes of the dyingThe air is alive with the stirrings and turningsOf phrase in the twilight like petals flyingInto the waters and dreamily floatingThe poet felled him a treeHe felled him a fir and was shrivenHe drew from pine his boatSimple, imperfect, with evergreen dressing the airHe fashioned boards from his longing, andSacrificed food and rest for everHe forgot himselfDistaste in this thing surrounding himDecayThe poet amidst the musical watersBecame the song and what he hadDreamt of being all along