O tree my mother Your trunk is old. Green and deep lives your leafy branch           And each green leaf winks its eye           With humming bird, sparrow and lemon finch                         O tree my mother           What do you see with all those eyes, old mother? I see a black albatross hang over my grave and I fear                                                             tomorrow’s weather

                        O fox my mother           Your nose is sharp and you bark so old and wise           Yet you primp and strut in your red fur           And swear you’ll wear no other                         O fox my mother           What do you prick up your ears for, old mother? I shudder my son for the hounds and I fear                                                           tomorrow’s weather