The Giant of Illinois

The giant of Illinois Died of a blister on its toe After walking all day through the first winter's snow Throwing bits of stale bread To the last speck of dawn He never even felt his shoe fill with blood Delirious with pain His bedroom walls began to glow And he felt himself floating up to falling snow And the sky was a woman's arms And the sky was a woman's arms A boy and dog with a clubbed foot Sat next to him on his tomb Once upon a summer's day They went walking through the woods They spotted a sleeping swan On the banks of a muddy stream They stoned it with rocks 'til it collapsed in the reeds They laid out on the grass Full with chocolate and lemonade And underneath it all the giant was afraid And the sky was a woman's arms Oh, the sky was a woman's arms And the sky was a woman's arms