Signs of the Key Hummer

All upon the wildest day of sorrow.
 Two Birds, one awful chord,
 were fighting in the yard.
 The day had yet been born,
 my eyes were searching hard.

All upon the wildest day of sorrow.
 True words, a false message
 were scratching in our head.
 The day was moving on,
 the sea was boiling red.

All upon the wildest day of sorrow.
 New Lords entered the court--
 the lion killed the cow,
 the day was strong and bright,
 the horns were blowing loud.

Now upon the longest day of sorrow.
 Who could imagine this?
 We're stranded without time.
 The day remains full on,
 the shade we cannot find.