Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown

Black milk of morning we drink you evenings

we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night

we drink you at noon and mornings we drink you at night

we drink and we drink it

we drink and we drink

we dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfined

we dig a grave in the air there one lies at ease

A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents he writes

A man lives in the house he plays with the snakes he writes

he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete

he writes when it darkens to Deutschland your golden hair Margarete

he writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are flashing he whistles his pack out

he writes and steps in front of his house and the stars glisten and he whistles his dogs to come

he whistles his Jews out in earth has them dig for a grave

he whistles his jews to appear let a grave be dug in the earth

he commands us strike up for the dance

he commands us play up for the dance

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

Black milk of dawn we drink you at night

we drink in the morning at noon we drink you at sundown

we drink you mornings and noontime we drink you evenings

we drink and we drink you

we drink and we drink

A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents he writes

A man lives in the house he plays with the snakes he writes

he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete

he writes when it turns dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margarete

your ashen hair Shulamith we dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfined.

Your ashen hair Shulamit we dig a grave in the air there one lies at ease

He calls out jab deeper into the earth you lot you others sing now and play

He calls jab deeper into the earth you there and you other men sing and play

he grabs at the iron in his belt he waves it his eyes are blue

he grabs the gun in his belt he draws it his eyes are blue

jab deeper you lot with your spades you others play on for the dance

jab deeper your spades you there and you other men continue to play for the dance

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

Black milk of dawn we drink you at night

we drink you at noon in the morning we drink you at sundown

we drink you at noon we drink you evenings

we drink you and we drink you

we drink you and drink

a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete

a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete

your ashen hair Shulamith he plays with the serpents

your ashen hair Shulamit he plays with the snakes

He calls out more sweetly play death death is a master from Germany

He calls out play death more sweetly death is a master from Deutschland

he calls out more darkly now stroke your strings then as smoke you will rise into air

he calls scrape those fiddles more darkly then as smoke you’ll rise in the air

then a grave you will have in the clouds there one lies unconfined

then you’ll have a grave in the clouds there you’ll lie at ease

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

Black milk of dawn we drink you at night

we drink you at noon death is a master from Germany

we drink you at noon death is a master from Deutschland

we drink you at sundown and in the morning we drink and we drink you

we drink you evenings and mornings we drink and drink

death is a master from Germany his eyes are blue

death is a master from Deutschland his eye is blue

he strikes you with leaden bullets his aim is true

he strikes you with lead bullets his aim is true

a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete

a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete

he sets his pack on to us he grants us a grave in the air

he sets his dogs on us he gifts us a grave in the air

he plays with the serpents and daydreams death is a master from Germany

he plays with the snakes and dreams death is a master from Deutschland

your golden hair Margarete

your golden hair Margarete

your ashen hair Shulamith

your ashen hair Shulamit