Speak to me muse at the dawn of the day I been dreamin' of you all night long where I lay All covered in dew at your garden gate Alright
Speak to me muse of the world goin' by Of the flowers unfurling against the sky And the girls at the fair with their hair piled high Alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Speak to me muse of the way that it feels To be free as a sparrow that flies in the field Ah she likes me to borrow she loves me to steal Alright
Speak to me muse of the sun goin' down And the hurrying past of the burying ground With the green green grass growing all around Alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Speak to me muse in my worn out shoes I was born as a beggar and a fool for you I'll forever be loving and losing you Alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Speak to me muse of what lies ahead Of the undrunk wine and the unbroke bread And the road that winds to the journey's end And the arms untwined and the eyes unmet And the way of the heart when it leaps in the chest And how many more times in the time that's left? On a still young night we are still young yet Alright
Compositores: Anaïs Mitchell, Eric D. Johnson, Josh David Kaufman