Black milk of daybreak we drink it at nightfall
Black milk of morning we drink you at dusktime
we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night
we drink you at noontime and dawntime we drink you at night
we drink it and drink it
we drink and drink
we are digging a grave in the sky it is ample to lie there
we scoop out a grave in the sky where it’s roomy to lie
A man in the house he plays with the serpents he writes
There’s a man in this house who cultivates snakes and who writes
he writes when the night falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete
who writes when it’s nightfall nach Deutschland your golden hair Margareta
he writes it and walks from the house the stars glitter he whistles his dogs up
he writes it and walks from the house and the stars all start flashing he whistles his dogs to draw near
he whistles his Jews out and orders a grave to be dug in the earth
whistles his Jews to appear starts us scooping a grave out of sand
he commands us strike up for the dance
he commands us to play for the dance
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
Black milk of morning we drink you at night
we drink you in the morning at noon we drink you at nightfall
we drink you at dawntime and noontime we drink you at dusktime
drink you and drink you
we drink and drink
A man in the house he plays with the serpents he writes
There’s a man in this house who cultivates snakes and who writes
he writes when the night falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete
who writes when it’s nightfall nach Deutschland your golden hair Margareta
Your ashen hair Shulamith we are digging a grave in the sky it is
your ashen hair Shulamite we scoop out a grave in the sky where it’s roomy to lie
ample to lie there
He calls jab it deep in the soil you lot there you other men sing and play
He shouts stab deeper in earth you there and you others you sing and you play
he tugs at the sword in his belt he swings it his eyes are blue
he grabs at the iron in his belt and swings it and blue are his eyes
jab your spades deeper you men you other men you others play up again for the dance
stab deeper your spades you there and you others play on for the dancing
Black milk of morning we drink you at night
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at nightfall
we drink you at noontime and dawntime we drink you at dusktime
we drink you at noon in the mornings we drink you at nightfall
we drink and drink
drink you and drink you
there’s a man in this house your golden hair Margareta
a man in the house your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamite he cultivates snakes
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 shouts play sweeter death's music death comes as a master from Germany
he calls scrape that fiddle more darkly then hover like smoke in the air
he shouts stroke darker the strings and as smoke you shall climb to the sky
then scoop out a grave in the clouds where it’s roomy to lie
then you'll have a grave in the clouds it is ample to lie there
Black milk of morning we drink you at night
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at noontime Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland
we drink you at noon death comes as a master from Germany
we drink you at dusktime and dawntime we drink and drink
we drink you at nightfall and morning we drink you and drink you
Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland his eye is blue
a master from Germany death comes with eyes that are blue
he shoots you with leaden bullets his aim is true
with a bullet of lead he will hit in the mark he will hit you
there’s a man in this house your golden hair Margareta
a man in the house your golden hair Margarete
he sets his dogs on our trail he gives us a grave in the sky
he hunts us down with his dogs in the sky he gives us a grave
he cultivates snakes and he dreams Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland
he plays with the serpents and dreams death comes as a master from Germany
your golden hair Margareta
your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamite
your ashen hair Shulamith