DEEP WET MOSS

Lew Sarett

All: Deep wet moss and cool blue shadows

Beneath a bending fir,

And the purple solitude of mountain,,

When only the dark owls stir—

Solo 1: Oh, there will come a day, a twilight,

When I shall sink to rest

In deep wet moss and cool blue shadows

Upon a mountain’s breast,

Solo 1: And yield a body torn with passions,

And bruised with earthly scars,

To the cool oblivion of evening,

All: Of solitude and stars.