The evenings of Damask are falling
The youth of truth chest feeds a starling with his heart
A chosen man begged by the wayside
A horse came soon and died before him and said eat
The icy claws of earth are crawling
Upon my baby's brow and calling please come home
The boy unlike the man was smiling
For gulleys, streams and hills would hide him like a swan
A vagabond, a weaver warrior
Produced a loom, a cheese and chopper and said choose
My sandled feet are fleet like water
I kiss the limbs of Earthless daughter, a little tree
Outro
Lye-dye-dye
Lye-die-die
Lye-die-die