Mathilde In The Dirt Songtext / Lyric

Beginning
She is horse-hoof dust and the lazy rays
rays of sun will squat upon her unblinking eyes.
She moves sadly through the woods
hanging from the back of a caravan,
thread andnail have caught her hand.
She relinquishes her grasp and tumbles to the earth,
to the wheel ruts, a tangled heap of calico.
She sobs dryly for the girl who whispered
like a leaf in the authumn time,
with winter skin and breath of clover.
Now she´s all alone, immobile in the dirt
and she can´t change her face to greet the
evening pressing, cold, around her.


Middle
And in the dark she sees new faces;
silver like the dew-reflected moon.
They laugh at her dress
and sing like wind in the winter time...
wildflower tongues and moth- wing ears, they sing:
"We have a doll from a human child! Hey! Hey!
We found her floundered in the dirt! Hey! Hey!
Her eyes are painted pools of water! Hey! Hey!
Her skin is frost on the velvet skull of a fallen deer!"
And in the dark she can lift her head.
Silver arms and hands help her dance
and blink like fireflies.
Underneath a bursting moon twenty years elapse
and soon the sun is up and she is cloth:
Mathilde in the dirt...


End
She would gasp in disbelief
and she would bend her face with crimson smiles
were it not for the daylight,
were she not a pile of stuffing.
She knots her brains
remembering each leap beneath the gnarled
and starlit treetops,
her flight through hanging willow curtains.
She wonder at the people with the caterpillar fingers
and the cat claws,
the beetle wings and clothes of lichen.
Now she hears a sound, a caravan approaching
and the she shivers in the dust.
Her girl has come to find her!
Now she´s held aloft!
A woman cries and dries her eyes
on lost Mathilde from decades
past who wandered far and wandered back