If the Horizon

If the horizon tells me a lie? And the ship stands ready at the harbor… Where will I sail And when will I go Yet the forest bend hither politely And I stole words from a Chamber Man I sat lonely at the European Mansion Painting Nature endlessly (foxy cows everywhere behind my barn) Wait! I am not prepared to die Let me see our Myth coming ashore Let me see true Christianity Me or you? Who is to leave first? And the flesh and skin my coat of arms Night goes for day Leave us behind The forest still so southern (here:here is my life) never ever, tell me Lev, never ever but always, for ever, Hans, those Spanish boots