Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundownwe drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at nightwe drink and we drink itwe dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfinedA man lives in the house he plays with the serpents he writeshe writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair Margaretehe writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are flashing he whistles his pack outhe whistles his Jews out in earth has them dig for a gravehe commands us strike up for the
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at nightwe drink in the morning at noon we drink you at sundownwe drink and we drink youA man lives in the house he plays with the serpents he writeshe writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair
Your ashen hair Shulamith we dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfined.
He calls out jab deeper into the earth you lot others sing now and playhe grabs at the iron in his belt he waves it his eyes are bluejab deeper you lot with your spades you others play on for the
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at nightwe drink you at noon in the morning we drink you at sundownwe drink and we drink youa man lives in the house your golden hair Margareteyour ashen hair Shulamith he plays with the
He calls out more sweetly play death death is a master from Germanyhe calls out more darkly now stroke your strings then as smoke you will rise in the airthen a grave you will have in the clouds there one lies
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at nightwe drink you at noon Death is a master from Germanywe drink you at sundown and in the morning we drink and we drink
Death is a master from Germany his eyes are bluehe strikes you with leaden bullets his aim is truea man lives in the house your golden hair Margaretehe sets his pack on to us he grants us a grave in the airhe plays with the serpents and daydreams death is a master from Germanyyour golden hair Margareteyour ashen hair Shulamith
