Delighter, Sing! Video (MV)

Is this all of what's to come?
A bed of thatch where we can slump
And dream of spring, a chest to drum
The sting of gin to parch our tongues

Til she barks and makes demands
Of the leaf of loose notes
Clutched between her shaking hands
Like a peckin hen's throat

What would mum say? In a bad way
Since we took dad's plums
But am I not her holy daughter?
Her living christened son?

For I was stricken, passing salt
By a stranger's reply
Took a jaunt across the room
Put a knife in my side

And there it's stayed
Some tether frayed
Is this some test?
Some test of faith?

There's a thought to keep the mind
From the sound of the door
Faces known and old and kind
We've seen them before

Peace be with you, Hallelu you
Aren't we all so damned?
Take a skim through, skip the prelude
To the slaughtered lamb

I wonder what they've left today
A horse, a horse, a bale of hay

But there's the boy who takes his tea
With a gallon of milk
Look beneath his punctured feet
To the riveted silk

There is time, still! If the time wills,
I'll be off by June!
Like a foxhound on the hunting ground
At the first halloo

Is this goodbye?
Is the ending nigh?
Meet me by the riverside

It's Sunday, dear, so take your heart and come
The water's clear and the wash bin's plump
And who's that boy that caught your idle eye?
Oh, quelle surpris. You needn't lie...

But keep it shut, don't spare a thought
Piecing through the snags and knots
Of all the days she could have left
There's none would not have felt like theft

Oh, the day's have come and gone
Shipped off 'cross the sea
Off, I guess, to prate and fawn
Over some new relief

Now, be careful with the her fair wool
You've a skull of lead
Bear your weariness just as weariness
The old skeeter said

For though the beds are filled with fleas
She'll sing me to sleep
Sing a tune of silk and fleece
Of memories, steeped

In the ripening and the picking
Of the dun brown tree
She'll be leaving in the evening,
Oh, soft light seed!

All my faith I give to you
What choice have I left
Waiting here beneath the blue
With the patience of death

Casting off all that I must
Blind to all but this, my trust

Delighter, sing!
Delighter, sing!
Delighter, sing!
Delighter, sing!