Simple, seldom and sad We are; Alone on the Halibut Hills Afar, With sweet mad Expressions Of old Strangely beautiful, So we’re told By the Creatures that Move In the sky And Die On the night when the Dead Trees Prance and Cry. Sensitive, seldom, and sad – Sensitive, seldom, and sad – Simple, seldom and sad Are we When we take our path To the purple sea – With mad, sweet Expressions Of Yore, Strangely beautiful, Yea, and More On the Night of all Nights When the sky Streams by In rags, while the Dead Trees Prance and Cry. Sensitive, seldom, and sad – Sensitive, seldom, and sad.
