Black milk of morning we drink you at dusktime

Black milk of daybreak we drink it at nightfall

we drink you at noontime and dawntime we drink you at night

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

we drink and drink

we drink it and drink it

we scoop out a grave in the sky where it’s roomy to lie

we are digging a grave in the sky it is ample to lie there

There’s a man in this house who cultivates snakes and who writes

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

who writes when it’s nightfall nach Deutschland your golden hair Margareta

he writes when the night falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete

he writes it and walks from the house and the stars all start flashing he whistles his dogs to draw near

he writes it and walks from the house the stars glitter he whistles his dogs up

whistles his Jews to appear starts us scooping a grave out of sand

he whistles his Jews out and orders a grave to be dug in the earth

he commands us to play for the dance

he commands us strike up for the dance

Black milk of morning we drink you at night

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

we drink you at dawntime and noontime we drink you at dusktime

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

we drink and drink

drink you and drink you

There’s a man in this house who cultivates snakes and who writes

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

who writes when it’s nightfall nach Deutschland your golden hair Margareta

he writes when the night falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete

your ashen hair Shulamite we scoop out a grave in the sky where it’s roomy to lie

Your ashen hair Shulamith we are digging a grave in the sky it is

ample to lie there

He calls jab it deep in the soil you lot there you other men sing and play

he tugs at the sword in his belt he swings it his eyes are blue

He shouts stab deeper in earth you there and you others you sing and you play

jab your spades deeper you men you other men you others play up again for the dance

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

stab deeper your spades you there and you others play on for the dancing

Black milk of morning we drink you at night

we drink you at noontime and dawntime we drink you at dusktime

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at nightfall

we drink and drink

we drink you at noon in the mornings we drink you at nightfall

there’s a man in this house your golden hair Margareta

drink you and drink you

your ashen hair Shulamite he cultivates snakes

a man in the house your golden hair Margarete

your ashen hair Shulamith he plays with the serpents

He calls play that death thing more sweetly Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland

he calls scrape that fiddle more darkly then hover like smoke in the air

He shouts play sweeter death's music death comes as a master from Germany

then scoop out a grave in the clouds where it’s roomy to lie

he shouts stroke darker the strings and as smoke you shall climb to the sky

then you'll have a grave in the clouds it is ample to lie there

Black milk of morning we drink you at night

we drink you at noontime Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

we drink you at dusktime and dawntime we drink and drink

we drink you at noon death comes as a master from Germany

Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland his eye is blue

we drink you at nightfall and morning we drink you and drink you

he shoots you with leaden bullets his aim is true

a master from Germany death comes with eyes that are blue

there’s a man in this house your golden hair Margareta

with a bullet of lead he will hit in the mark he will hit you

he sets his dogs on our trail he gives us a grave in the sky

a man in the house your golden hair Margarete

he cultivates snakes and he dreams Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland

he hunts us down with his dogs in the sky he gives us a grave

he plays with the serpents and dreams death comes as a master from Germany

your golden hair Margareta

your ashen hair Shulamite

your golden hair Margarete

your ashen hair Shulamith