The O Song
Lyrics & Melody by Polly Wood  ©1996

 

THE O SONG

I would like to lay with you in this bed of grass, sweet woman.

I would like to lay with you in this bed of grass, sweet man.

I would like to lay with you, sing a song and smoke a few.

I would like to lay with you in this bed of grass.

 

Shakey songs and bottle of wine in this blood of mine.

 

I see the sun reflecting off of someone's bald black head.

I remember the sun reflecting off the water in my bed.

I felt the sun's piercing pace.  Fierce face, fierce face.

I felt the sun's piercing pace.  Fierce face, fierce face.

Piercing pace can't you see? 

Fierce face don't shine on me.

 

Must have been born when the cosmos was crazy, O!

I must have been born when the cosmos was hazy, O!

My favorite letter, my favorite sound, my favorite shape it goes round and round.

Must have been born just a sprout from the ground.

Sprout from the ground, sprout from the ground.

Must have been born just a...

 

I knot my hair in enchanted grass.

You can point and stare as I play with a knife.

I light a match, I leave this patch with my 

smell of life.