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