text: In a churchyard by a river
  Lazing in the haze of midday
  Laughing in the grasses and the graves
  Yellow bird, you are not lone
  In singing and in flying on
  In laughing and in leaving
  Willow weeping in the water
  Waving to the river daughters
  Swaying in the ripples and the reeds
  On a trip to Cirrus Minor
  Saw a crater in the sun
  A thousand miles of moonlight later