Human Hands-Bowerbirds

[00:00.81]Human Hands - Bowerbirds [00:12.39]When I wake, I wake by the brook, [00:16.73] [00:18.20]To an untamed thunder, [00:22.00] [00:22.70]And the northern flicker flash about [00:27.75] [00:28.36]as the soup in the sky grows thicker. [00:33.09]But I tip my cap and curtsy and I take no offense [00:42.83] [00:43.37]Because there is no hate in your darkest cloud. [00:48.73] [00:51.59]No ill intent. [00:55.99] [00:57.83]Yet there is hate all around. [01:00.97] [01:05.28]On its hind legs, rears this storm, [01:09.54] [01:10.62]and the pines bend from its wily sword. [01:15.66]Yet there is no war, no war, [01:19.94] [01:20.96]No quarrel here at all. [01:24.76] [01:26.04]And the deer shake in their hooves and shield their fawn. [01:36.31]And when the rain comes, the rain comes. [01:41.50] [01:44.85]No judgement falls. [01:51.23]Yet there is hate all around. [01:54.89] [02:19.36]There's a rusty prick in the tall grass, [02:24.57] [02:25.56]Where the barbed wire waits for a blind horse [02:33.02]in a gallop and its sealed and sudden fate. [02:40.92]There is hate in the grip of our human hands. [02:51.72]There is hate in the grip of our human hands. [03:02.53]There is hate in the grip of our human hands. [03:08.18] [03:09.15]Yes, there is hate all around. [03:13.53]