there in the deepest shadows of May,
'midst the wood and the trees and the hay,
i hear a hoot from a bird-of-prey
"Whooo?" "Who are youuu?"

midst the twilight shades of grey,
when all the light has gone away,
again, he asks, at end of day,
"Whoooo?" "Who are youuu?"

in the silence o' witching hour,
from his surveyance in woody tower
midst abeyance of earthly power,
"Whoooo?" "Who are youuu?"

And as i start a day anew
in fractious world i thought i knew
midst the frantic to-and-fro
the push, the shove, the ebb, the flow
the strain, the cries, the pain, the woe
again i hear G-d's echo,
"Whoooo?" "Who are youu?"