A badger came a few nights back, Underneath the old shed crack, Dug beneath the wooden door, Made himself at home on straw. Only wandered out at night, Slept by day in quiet light, Big and strong, just two years old, Silver fur and eyes like gold. Bridge He stayed three days and then was gone, Like a traveler moving on, Never broke a single thing, Never caused us suffering. Maybe he just wished to know If human hearts could still be slow, Still be gentle, still be near, Without anger, without fear. Final Chorus Oh, beautiful spring, stay a while, Leave your green on every mile, If a wild soul can trust our door, Maybe we can trust once more. And somewhere under blooming skies, Where the quiet meadow lies, A wandering badger found a friend And carried peace beyond the end.
