Andrew Bird – First Song (Guitar)

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Then it was dusk in Illinois a small boy

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After an afternoon of carting dung hung

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Hung on a rail fence, a sapped thing

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So weary to crying

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Dark was growing tall

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He began to hear the pond frogs all calling on his ear

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They were calling on his ear

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They were calling on his ear with what seemed their joy

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Soon the sound was pleasant for a boy

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Listening in the smoky dusk and nightfall of Illinois

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And from the fields two small boys came

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Bearing cornstalk violins

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So they rubbed the cornstalk bows with resins

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And the three just sat there scraping of the joy

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Of their joy, they're scraping of the joy

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It was now fine music, the frogs and the boys did

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In the towering Illinois twilight

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Make and into dark in spite of a shoulder's ache

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A boys hunched body loved out of a stalk

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The first song of his happiness and the song woke his heart

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To the darkness and sadness of joy

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Dark was growing tall

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He began to hear the pond frogs all calling on his ear

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They were calling on his ear

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They were calling on his ear with what seemed their joy