harry partch

hammer and nail, glass blown to shape pitch, if a man can reshape orchestration we can reshape this/ a first stroke dry, we'll dip the second try, a promise to ourselves, we'll pen the night/ under a willow in spring, we can count the leaves colored green/ under a willow in spring, we can count where we've been/under a willow in spring, we can count the innocence lost/we'll be in bigger cities by then, under a willow in spring/ on the top of the bottom of youth, we'll be the friars of stale news/ Pennsylvania girl you can't sue over what you didn't lose, it's sad, say sadness, won't touch the touched again/ under a willow in spring, we can count where we've been/under a willow in spring, we can count the innocence lost/we'll be in bigger cities by then, under a willow in spring/