Death Fugue
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown
we drink it at noon in
the morning we drink it at night
we drink it and drink it
we dig a grave
in the breezes there one lies unconfined
A man lives in the house he plays
with the serpents
he writes
he writes when dusk falls to Germany your
golden
hair Margarete
he writes it ans steps out of doors and the
stars are
flashing he whistles his pack out
he whistles his Jews out
in earth has them dig for a
grave
he commands us strike up for the
dance
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you in the
morning at noon we drink you at
sundown
we drink and we drink
you
A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents
he
writes
he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair
Margarete
your ashen hair Sulamith we dig a grave in the breezes
there one lies unconfined
He calls out jab deeper into the earth you lot
you
others sing now and play
he grabs at teh iron in his belt he
waves it his
eyes are blue
jab deper you lot with your spades you
others play
on for the dance
Black milk of daybreak we drink you
at night
we drink you at at noon in the morning we drink you
at
sundown
we drink and we drink you
a man lives in the house your golden
hair Margarete
your ashen hair Sulamith he plays with the serpents
He
calls out more sweetly play death death is a master
from Germany
he
calls out more darkly now stroke your strings then
as smoke you will
rise into air
then a grave you will have in the clouds there one
lies
unconfined
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you
at noon death is a master from Germany
we drink you at sundown and in the
morning we drink
and we drink you
death is a master from Germany his
eyes are blue
he strikes you with leaden bullets his aim is true
a man
lives in the house your golden hair Margarete
he sets his pack on to us he
grants us a grave in
the air
He plays with the serpents and daydreams
death is
a master from Germany
your golden hair Margarete
your
ashen hair Shulamith