Deep in the dark,
When the sky is black,
When the wood is still,
When the grass is green,
When the rose is red,
And everyone sleeps as though dead,
There sits a brown old bird-
With her sweet melody down all the way.

No soul heard during their great sleep-
the sweetness of her voice
Nor the shrillness of the night.

But god was there,
there was he,
To take away the bird to his
lonely heavenly place.
How selfish was he…
not letting mortals hear such a godly voice?

Perhaps he felt they were more selfish
For they were fast asleep