Red Tree Song I’ll be the blood in the breast of a crow The beer and the barley, the lock and the key The red in the leaf of a red oak tree In fall; the overdose That calls the red revolving star to wail A girl’s sandals, or the blue in her eye The snow that falls from an April sky The billow in a sail And dark water running overhead In the windy branches; the brick that stays In the garden wall for centuries Darling, when I’m dead. © 2003 Joel Van Valin. All rights reserved. Back