Rise up now, my darlingnPull this poncho off younTrade it for what is in my trembling handnThrow it onnNow we bear the colorsnOf the life eternalnHere on our sweatshirts they are gold and tannPeach and greynnI hear sung the song of birdsnThe notes of thrush and wrennAnd all things are sighing outnFrom burrow, nest, and dennSever the silver cordnAnd break the golden bowlnAnd let us return to dustnAnd be at last made wholennSteal away forevernDance alone and darklynLearn things forgottennThings that you missed, ways to movennNo more - no more talk of where or whennNo more - no feelings of vague rapportnNo more - no leaning with outstretched armsnNo more - no bells on your shoes or sleaves,nNeck or hairnnAnd all the colors are gold and tannAnd they are peach and greynAnd they are gold and tan and peach and grey