High up on the mountain
a little green tree
& a shepherd who comes
& a shepherd who goes.
Sleepy old apple trees
going down the warm valley
& a shepherd who comes
& a shepherd who goes.
Not white ewes nor a dog
nor a sheep-hook nor love
for the shepherd who goes.
Like a shadow in gold
you dissolve in the wheat
You shepherd who comes.
And
The earth was yellow.
Catch as catch can,
little shepherd man.
Not a white moon, no
not a star aglow.
Catch as catch can,
little shepherd man.
Brown grape-picking woman
get tears from the vine.
Catch as catch can,
little shepherd man.
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