Look Up Or Daydreams of Death

Look up! / Daydreams of Death Look up! The cold, the blue and hallowed sky All the deaths are circling high The red balloons, they wave Goodbye, goodbye! A tether, rope, a silver twine To take you from the five or nine Or thirty two or sixty five However long you are alive I hear the calling of the bells Ring out in endless stony wells To stand alone, but not to weep The skeletons are all asleep The fiery leaves begin to fly Tis but to live, or but to die The cold, the blue and hallowed sky And all the deaths are circling high The red balloons, they wave Goodbye, goodbye!