They were calling on his ear
So weary to crying
They were calling on his ear with what seemed their joy
They were calling on his ear
Then it was dusk in Illinois a small boy
A boy’s hunched body loved out of a stalk
It was now fine music, the frogs and the boys did
So they rubbed the cornstalk bows with resins
Dark was growing tall
Make and into dark in spite a shoulder’s ache
He began to hear the pond frogs all calling on his ear
And from the fields two small boys came
After an afternoon of carting dung hung
Soon the sound was pleasant for a boy
Songwriters: Andrew Wegman Bird, Galway Kinnell
Into the darkness and sadness of joy
Listening in the smoky dusk and nightfall of Illinois
Publisher: WEGAWAM MUSIC
They were calling on his ear with what seemed their joy
On a rail fence, a sapped thing
Bearing cornstalk violins
The first song of his happiness and the song woke his heart
And the three just sat there scraping of the joy
Of their joy, they’re scraping of the joy
In the towering Illinois twilight
Dark was growing tall
He began to hear the pond frogs all calling on his ear