The Banshee

Of late, I cannot go to sleep
‘Cause a banshee weeps
A banshee weeps

And I know why she has come
Death is in the house
And it scurries like a mouse
‘Tween pauses and the dark

Everywhere I hear her cry:
In the cricket’s haunting lullaby
In the cicada’s coronarch
Summer is ending!
Summer is ending!
The season of all that lives is ending!

I hear her in the fireflies
I hear her in the old tree’s sighs
I hear her in mid-July

And I know why she has come
Death is in the house
And it scuttles like a louse
In dust and marriage bed

Does no one hear her scream?
Or am I lost w’thin a dream?

Cause everywhere she cries:
Summer is ending!
Summer is ending!
The season of one you love is ending!