Jessica Curry The Mourning Tree
I passed the day at the mourning tree
Where the river's sorrows run deep
And all at once a host of birds
Did settle and nest around me
In their song, I heard your song
I heard the bomber's drone
Beneath those birds and the swaying wheat
I heard you coming home
Oh my love where did you fly
After you came home to me?
Like the nightjar you left me here
To nest in the mourning tree
