Andrew Bird - First Song lyrics

Then it was dusk in Illinois a small boy
After an afternoon of carting dung hung
Hung on a rail fence, a sapped thing
So weary to crying

Dark was growing tall
He began to hear the pond frogs
All calling on his ear
They were calling on his ear
They were calling on his ear
With what seemed their joy

Soon the sound was pleasant for a boy
Listening in the smoky dusk
And nightfall of Illinois
And from the fields two small boys came
Bearing cornstalk violins

So they rubbed the cornstalk bows with resins
And the three just sat there
Scraping of the joy
Of their joy, they're scraping of the joy

It was now fine music
The frogs and the boys did
In the towering Illinois twilight
Make and into dark in spite
Of a shoulder's ache

A boys hunched body loved out of a stalk
The first song of his happiness and
The song woke his heart
To the darkness and sadness of joy

Dark was growing tall
He began to hear the pond frogs
All calling on his ear
They were calling on his ear
They were calling on his ear
With what seemed their joy