Lazy Will The Loam Come From Its Hiding

So raise a glass to turnings of the season

And watch it as it arcs towards the sun

And you must bear your neighbor’s burden within reason

And your labors will be born when all is done

….

And there a wreath of trillium and ivy

Laid upon the body of a boy

Lazy will the loam come from its hiding

And return this quiet searcher to the soil

— from “Don’t Carry It All,” the lead track of the Decemberists’ The King is Dead.

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