All of the knots you tie, wielding feather and thread, to build a hook, to build a tree, a river red. And for a good meal tonight we gather round table lace, warm fire burns at our feet, and we are safe. You are brave atop cold rocks and whistling on mountaintops. Say where in this treasure we may find the bones, digging through gently we color our hands. And say I was born from your very blood, and born to sing now, and dig now. Sing me the rhyme of the skin and the ocean, the street songs are rising up through the window, so sing now, eat now, and speak now. Trees in the yard bare us figs, they're growing purple and ripe. We fill our bellies and our pockets high. You are brave atop cold rocks and whistling on mountaintops. Say where in this treasure we may find the seeds to throw to the breeze. And see the lines in my face from your face, the shape of my teeth from your teeth. Stand by my side and watch for the ripples, the salmon are rising up from the river, so sing now, eat now, and speak now.