You came and lay a cold compress upon the mess I'm in, 

threw the window wide and cried, "Amen! Amen! Amen!" 

The whole world stopped to hear you hollering, 

you looked down and saw now what was happening.

The lines are fading in my kingdom, though I have never known the way to border them in

So the muddy mouths of baboons and sows and the grouse and the horse and the hen 

grope at the gate of the looming lake that was once a tidy pen. 

and the mail is late and the great estates are not lit from within, 

the talk in town's becoming downright sickening

In due time we will see the far butte lit by a flare
I've seen your bravery, and I will follow you there
And row through the nighttime
Gone healthy, gone healthy all of a sudden
In search of the midwife who could help me, 

who could help me, help me find my way back in, 

and there are worries where I've been

Say, say, say in the lee of the bay; don't be bothered
Leave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the water
(Flanked by furrows, curling back, like a match held up to a newspaper)
Emily, they'll follow your lead by the letter
And I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I know you better
What they've seen is just a beam of your sun that banishes winter

Let us go! Though we know it's a hopeless endeavor
The ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close forever
Though there is nothing would help me come to grips with a sky that is gaping and yawning
There is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the morning

Emily, Joanna Newsom