#14 Kevin Brophy 'We come down to the town'

we come down to the town

the town the town

we come down to the town

All ears and eyes

in long black gowns

we come down to the town

and here your are to our surprise

we float up high in a forest of trees

mere skegs and stumps and twigs,

a sort of family

of woody heads and woody knees

the night came down (we sang in threes)

 it opened our eyes, the darkness sees

our heavy lids, our dark dark sea of night

our hidden mouths are born of night

formed by the trees and the bees of love

that’s how the banksia men were thought of

and that’s how the banksia men were thought of

 we come down to the town

and turn your blankets down

we come down to the town

where the lights are in our eyes

our heavy lids won’t close and we never frown

we sing in threes and we slap our knees

your pillow fills your ear with dreams

your pillow hears us coming down

we'll turn your blankets down

we work in threes

our woody heads and woody knees

our heavy lids won’t close and we never frown

we never sleep and our cloaks are always soft

mere skegs and twigs and knotty knees,

a grove of us go nodding in your head

and that’s how the banksia men are thought of

we squeak and crack and fall off trees

in the middle of the night

we're the villains living off your fright

we’re coming down to your town tonight

you may see us any time you like

just close your eyes and find a child

 but you’ll have to take the roof off

'cause that's how the banksia men were thought of 

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