Curlew

From their buds the roses pop And the long day slinks to an end When will all this come to a stop This road, this road without a bend.

The curlew calls upon its nest And I think of the girls I have known Oh curlew, the one that I loved best Comes to my mind fully blown.

Cry then, for all past years blend And the pains of living abate Not mine to avert what the savage years send Though precisely what I await.