A beautiful woman she rose
From the smoking waters of a lake
With a candle that burned in each palm
My teeth each sank gently to the floor
Bring me
some luck little Junebug
To cousins,
their gods, to the seas The March afternoons,
the sun and the moon
Before I fall
asleep A white blood of
wolves must be drained
And that sorry Captain
Howdy
Scatters my bones for the lands
Bring me some luck
little
Junebug To cousins,
their gods,
to the seas
The March afternoons,
the sun and
the moon
