Elegy For Elsabet Lyrics - Singles - The Weakerthans

So your fields are stubble, garden's done 

Where the scary scarecrow stands 

Sees her holding up horizons with her hands 

She's so tired of reading 'Daddy's Lips' 

That essay on a frown 

Watch her memories of human voices drown 

Let Horsey Bray break between the thunder boom 

Make grasses' swish meet the cricket ring 

Let every sound consecrate our whispering 

Words that Betta never heard 

The back lanes tie the city down 

A mess of dirty string 

Winter dies the same way every spring 

As the sky tries on its uniform of 

Turned off TV gray 

And the ways we watched her watch us walks away 

Let every rain clatter down groaning streets 

Make footsteps tick, talk to echoed walls 

Let every sound consecrate our whispering 

The words that Betta never heard 

Let every wind howl and creak the creaking doors 

To rooms that too much has happened in 

Let every sound consecrate our whispering 

The words that Betta never heard