Listen to the gra** grow
Lay me down
The eye of god upon us
Shake the very ground
Play for me the smoke rain
Gra** will always grow
Ground beneath the mill wheel
The saddest song I know
Low and to the left
This soul hung by a chain
Wings of the lion
Rays of distant pain
The higher that I climb
The closer to the sun
Keys to the temple
Are buried in the ground
Winter lingers long
Solstice soon will come
Now I need your light
Come morning I'll be blind
If I receive your light
I'll be blind by morning