Night Country
Jason Molina
Here is the lone pine who named the wind
Gave the starry crown
The saddest bird in the wilderness
Who would lay no nest down
Sent to seek death in the World
The night country comes
Clasp both wings together now
The night country comes
I have to live this way
Be the builder of no house
Oh, lone pine on the fading trail
I join you now
The night country comes
Oooooo
The night country comes