The Collection - The Borrowers lyrics

I woke up this morning, the pale light warming My songs were all broken from trying to move mountains And I couldn't seem to piece them back together with heart But great heron landed where all light was absent Where hares burrow, birds borrow twigs for their nests And the trees open branches to greet the great morning sky They asked me: “Son of man, where is your rib? And son of man, where are your clothes? Son of man, where is that fruit? Ah, no one knows!” Did it not make you feel free? We planted our fields in hopes of return But our tales got tied and the fields were all burned And momma fox caught us and scolded us all for our pride She said “He took your chains, and he left them behind With no more attached to keep you by his side Didn't you think that maybe you were already free?” Son of man, when have you lived? Son of man, when will you go? Son of man, is it your choice? Oh, I don't know anything at all - What a relief! Oh, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know