A Sunday Wake

Awake, a wake
awaken

At first the heat
we're baking
and next the clouds
we're forming

a wake, awake
awaken

The rain, rains down, the ground takes it
The casket, goes down, the ground takes it
A wake on Sunday makes them.

Awake on Monday
a funeral.
As two Sundays
in a row

Awake, on Tuesday
a new dawn.

a wake, awake
awaken

Awaken, the world
moves on