Joanna Newsom - Make Hay lyrics

So long so long so long so long
So long my old friend died that way:
The accumulation of time
And the passing of days
Though she dug in her heels
Drug her wheels in the clay
She dotted her eyes
Crossed the teasels in her leaning dray
Where buzzards make circles

A dozen in kettle, committee & wake
Where wind made the dust
And sin made the snake and Mama made us
But what did I make?

And how was I to know
Down in our old goldmine
Where you were the king of the radio
And I was the keeper of Hi-Fi
And I was the queen of the rodeo
(And everybody'd know)
And you were the keeper of the lions

And we were gored, and abased
And adored, and erased all before our time?
It was before our time

So how was I to know?

How was I to know while the tune hums
And the hand strikes the gong
And all of us plough our row
And the notes run out of measure and out of
Time and landing wrong? Well the day is long
But not so long

My old friend died alone
Save for the friends
And family she had known surrounding her bed
None of whom in that room
Could with certainty have said
"I've dotted my eyes
Crossed the teasels in my leaning sled
Where buzzards make circles
And tillers make hay: In windrow and bale
With tedder and rake where Adam made ribs
And cattle make steak"
(And the rattling nib writes
"What did I make?")

And how was I to know
Seeing my seconds pass in a line
If there was a way to reckon love
Except as a symptom of time?

And honey, it stretched out below us
Humming every note
From the lowest to the highest
But even at the highest
We were bored, and amazed
In accord, in a daze all before our time

It was before our time so how was I to know?
How was I to know? How was I to know?
How was I to know? While the day slows
And the sun stares, stalling
Into the dimming barrel of night
Where the stars are falling? I've got no say
But still i'm calling for my old friend

We sow and we reap, again