Below the frosted up roots Below the green sand deep Below the pond green woods That's where the badgers do sleep Deep as a solitary stone In grays and crimsons and greens In slumber of blood and bone The badger lies still as he dreams I fear one last slow breath Underneath the beach tree home The smell of badger's death In the ground leaves a mighty hole And so the evening dies In the trees the ash bloods breath If you look there you'll see the last sunrise In time for the badgers to wake