Untold

When the red bird sings in the early snowy spring..

an its wings drip blood of a new rose bud.

We shall know of new life untold..

The newest blade of grass is green an growing

an each sprigg shakes its ice dew.

We shall know of new life untold.

The gray sky give slow way to a new brilliant blue

an then again to a soft heu.

We shall know of new life untold.

Mother, now your lover has told you his small secret ..

Walk amongst your children an wake them to tell ..

Let you golden green cloak brush there toes

an your amber hair leave you head floral sent to their noses..

Tell them of you secret that your lover told..

Wake them to play an frolic.

An we shal know of things Untold..