be careful what you say, my friend, be careful what you say

be careful what you say, my friend, be careful what you say,
it doesn't help to close the door behind you any more,
the shadows see and hear all things, they always have a way,

the birds upon the twigs and branches of the trees that sway,
they watch like owls in silent stares each falling seed and spore,
be careful what you say, my friend, be careful what you say,

the spiders know to read, and read they do all night and day,
and hide the words in eggs and sacks, within the tree they're stored,
the shadows see and hear all things, they always have a way,

the inchworms cover every inch of tree, they inch away,
the ants, so tireless, are always mining cracks and pores
be careful what you say, my friend, be careful what you say,

so many are they which will surely give your place away,
to those who own the trees, your non-conformity's abhorred,
the shadows see and hear all things, they always have a way,

the owners will require the loyalty of all one day,
the non-conformists will be plucked right off the tree and gored,
be careful what you say, my friend, be careful what you say,
the shadows see and hear all things, they always have a way.

(C)2009, Christos Rigakos