bluejay on corn

in my back yard

where he was born

some seven years

 

bluejay on corn

 

his life half gone

in my back yard

he will be here

when I am gone

 

bluejay on corn

 

the gallows bright

in my back yard

the wood so fresh

the sun so hard

 

for I’ll be hanged

this very day

I was this dawn

yet I still stay

 

yet still I stay

yet still I stay

 

and I’ll be here

when the corn is green

and the jayface blue

comes back again