Noah's Ark from Little Volcano by Veda Hille

you put the lamp out
lie in the cool quiet
only sleep is in a hurry she has fallen on the dogs and monkey
it’s no use kicking it’s no use kicking

time slips by
quick and smooth
it is morning it is noon it is night it is nearly midsummer
the parch is on the earth

I am not glad, I am not sorry
you wonder where you are going and what you are going to see


the birds are bursting their throats
instinct bids them carry on carry on carry on carry on carry on
it’s no use kicking

light and dark chase each other
the silence is full of sound the green is full of colour
here is a picture and there another

I am not glad I am not sorry
it’s a clear keen morning, the wind is on the sing
I am not glad I am not sorry
you wonder where you are going and what you are going to see
I am not glad, I am not sorry

Darest thou now, o soul
walk out with me toward the unknown region
where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow

• Experimental
• folk song
• Vancouver