I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through
Saturday, December 22, 2012
The rising of the sun, the running of the deer
One of my favorites of the holidays, and one of my favorite versions, Kate Rusby sings "The Holly and the Ivy."
The holly and the ivy,
When they are both full grown,
Of all trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown
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