Testo: Mountain Goats, The. Narakaloka.

the cabbages that I will grow

one by one and row by row

will fatten in the spring sun

and breathe in the night air



you will hear them breathing

if you walk by at night

you may not hear them after all

but that's all right



I've set the table for two

I've cleaned the windows for you

I've got cinnamon from Jakarta

for making French toast

the doctor says that I've got

thirty days left at most



the cabbages that I will grow

the love songs on the radio

will deepen in the springtime

theyll be brighter than the stars