You blunt horses You casper ghosts Your dust jackets Creased sheets cold Auburn wool pockets Carve blossom boats Simple sandpaper Cottered coats And you became bones You became bones You became bones And my brothers will burst into baskets of orange fruit And my sister will tame all the beasts she holds high And my mother will break bricks to weather her windows And my father will worry until he goes blind And we all will sleep at the bottom of the river And we all will sleep at the bottom of the river And we all will sleep at the bottom of the river And we all will sleep at the bottom of the river And I'll sing sonata, bring the frostbite, bury bones I'll call Niagara, down the houselights, and stay home Stop your novels Catch a cold Stop your novels Dig your gold