Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the breath
Mown stalks exhale
Long, long the death
Cut grass, long the death
Cut grass, long the death
It dies in the white hours
Of young-leafed June
With chestnut flowers
With hedges snowlike strewn
Cut grass, long the death
Cut grass, long the death
White lilac bowed
Lost lanes of Queen Anne's lace
High-builded clouds
Moving at summer's pace
Cut grass, long the death
Cut grass, long the death
