Below the frosted up roots
Below the green sand deep
Below the pond green woods
That's where the badgers do sleep
Deep as a solitary stone
In grays and crimsons and greens
In slumber of blood and bone
The badger lies still as he dreams
I fear one last slow breath
Underneath the beach tree home
The smell of badger's death
In the ground leaves a mighty hole
And so the evening dies
In the trees the ash bloods breath
If you look there you'll see the last sunrise
In time for the badgers to wake
