White is the make of the mend White's the milk on the lips White is the ray coming down at the end White's the noise when it splits Even now The pouring light O the heavy knife When black marigolds was all you saw When you expected feasts Black humor's always there to fill the pause When everything else leaves Even now The howling night O the heavy knife Shining through it all And when it gets to the darkening We will wag with the ghost Zig and zag in the silver lining Dragging sparks as we're leaving Off O what a scene to an end Silver gets in Black as our outline White as the light Shining through it all