Clinkum—clank in the rain they rid
Down by the braes and the grey sea
Clinkum—clank by stane and cairn,
Weary fa’ their horse—shoe—airn!
Loud on the causey, saft on the sa

Everyone suddenly burst out singin
And I was filled with such deligh
As prisoned birds must find in fre
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark-green fields; on

It isnt for want
of something to say—
something to tell you—
something you should know—
but to detain you—

I wish neither to possess,
Nor to be possessed.
I no longer covet paradise,
More important, I no longer fear
The medicine for my suffering

My son, my executioner,
I take you in my arms,
Quiet and small and just astir
And whom my body warms.
Sweet death, small son, our instru

Life’s Intoxication
Love is a
Beautiful enchantress
Her flowing hair
Plays with the wind