Soft As Chalk - Joanna Newsom

So, so long ago and so far away

When time was just a line that you fed me when you wanted to stay

We’d talk as soft as chalk till morning came, pale as a pearl

No time, no time, mow, I have got all the time in the world

Say, honey, did you belong to me?

Tell me, honey, was your heart at rest when, darlin'

All the mourning doves were howling us

A song of love’s oh god-awful lawlessness?

Lawlessness

Say, honey, did you belong to me?

Tell me, honey, did I pass your test?

I lay, as still as death, until the dawn

Whereupon I wrested from your god-awful lawlessness, lawlessness

I roam around the tidy grounds of my dappled sanatorium

Coatless, I sit amongst the motes, adrift, and I dote upon my pinesap gum

And the light, through the pines in brassy tones lays over me, dim as rum

And thick as molasses, and so time passes, and so, my heart, tomorrow comes

I feel you leaning out back with the crickets

Loyal heart marking the soon-ness

Darkness, tonight, still the mourning doves will summon us

Their song of love’s neverdoneing lawlessness, lawlessness

While, over and over, rear up, stand down, lay round

Trying to sound-out, or guess the reasons

I sleep like a soldier, without rest

But there is no treason, where there is only lawlessness, lawlessness

In the last week of the last year, I was aware

I took a blind shot, across the creek at the black bear

When he roused me in the night and left me cowering with my light, calling out

«Who is there?

Who’s there?

Who is there?»

I watched you sleep, repeating my prayer

You give love a little shove and it becomes terror

And now I am calling in a sadness beyond anger and beyond fear

«Who is there?

Who’s there?

Who is there?»

I glare and nod like the character God bearing down upon the houses and lawns

I knew a little bit, but, darling, you were it and, darling, now it is long gone

Sweetheart, in your clean, bright start back there, behind a hill, and a dell

And a state line or two, I’ll be thinking of you, yes, I’ll be thinking and be

wishing you well

We land, I stand but I wait for the sound of the bell

I have to catch a cab and my bags are at the carousel

And then, Lord, just then time alone will only tell, you mourning dove