Well, they clear the lanes for bicycles Before the walks Every road and old canal And Frysk Hynder gives the doves Communion with the hawks Under wing of the White Owl Not every cat has got to wear a bell Following the footprints Where the new snow fell I know about the hollow core Where nothing much can dwell So, the bones we buried In the yard last season Cheerful, they remain And the lonely, all so bold And armed with reason Fearful to complain I was the one who read the map of stars The Little Dipper from the handlebars But you're the one who saw the bridge And knew that it was ours And now the snow in the street Is turning gray All the birds at our feet have flown away It's complicity and heat on holiday But jaws of defeat at Zuider Zee Asking the prisoner to stay And why do they still insist When manacles on your wrist Only remind you what you've missed? And all the snow is turning gray All of the birds have flown away But I'm gonna stay