High Winds White Sky

Good day to you Fat balloon man May you always have air You sing a song everybody can believe Good day to you Uncle tom cat Out to trick the whole world You carry a tune for nobody but yourself Bonjour a toi Herr policeman May your boots always fit S

My canoe lies on the water Evening holds the bones of day The sun like gold dust slips away One by one antique stars Herald the arrival of Their pale protectress moon Ragged branches vibrate Strummed by winds from o'er the hill Singing tales of ancie