The Builders And The Butchers - Pennies in the Well lyrics

Old World All the winters are pa**ing, And the steeple bells ring Snow is falling on crosses, And the choir girls sing Im the old man who's waiting, with his arms at his sides Will you ever be with me, can I call you my bride 
Oh can I call you down call out to us oh from the underground Or are you tied and bound, by the roots that keep on reaching for your knees Old world spinning round, given all the maps to rattle down Old man with your long crown, put all of your pennies in the well 
Im the only one waiting, and you won't have to hide For Im mostly a good man, but I've spent so many winters inside So don't be afraid dear, because there's nothing to fear I'd take the salt from the ocean, just to know that your near 
Oh can I call you down….. Old world….x2