Unstitch his eyes, unstitch his eyes.
The snow flies, the river is frozen,
Unstitch his eyes.
From tent to tent I go,
I go where I am wanted,
I go wherever they can pay my fee,
I go with the dragonfly,
Together we unstitch his eyes, we unstitch them.
This song is my breath,
This song is my breath.
My breath is this song.
They come by their twos and threes,
But we will come by our fours.
Stitch up their eyes,
Stitch up their eyes, stitch up their eyes.
Image: detail from W.F. Evans, British libellulinae, or, Dragon flies : illustrated in a series of lithograph drawings, with a brief description of the insects, times of appearance, &c. (1845). This image is unprotected by copyright in the United States, and hopefully everywhere else too, because…? That’s right: because it’s so very old.