Among tired men
I labour far
From blackbird, wren,
Night-owl, night-jar.

Here no one cares
For tall green trees,
Foxes and hares
That race the breeze.

Townspeople buy
And sell, grow old
Quickly, and die
Of too much gold.

But countrymen
Whose friendships are
With blackbird, wren,
Night-owl, night-jar,

Neighbourly give
And take, whereby
Carefree they live,
Carefree they die.

Among tired men
I labour far
From blackbird, wren,
Night-owl, night-jar.

Here no one cares
For tall green trees,
Foxes and hares
That race the breeze.

Townspeople buy
And sell, grow old
Quickly, and die
Of too much gold.

But countrymen
Whose friendships are
With blackbird, wren,
Night-owl, night-jar,

Neighbourly give
And take, whereby
Carefree they live,
Carefree they die.