We Scheme By the Night

nobody knows the lie

me and the tree do scheme by night

in the middle of the bright moonlit night,

the hawk do up there for me cry

for the hawk and the moon do know,

that nobody, nobody knows the lie

except for what the tree and I do

go-by

people do, they do go on and spy,

upon me and the name i do

go-by,

and it's a sad, sad sight

they're misguided, their focus a big, big

lie

but the tree and I do know

that lie, lie, lie,

and the hawk and the tree and do i

scheme, scheme it's a shrouded, moonlit sight

upon the cold, cold nigh