Из альбома: I Woke With Planets in My Face
Lord lay me down
Lead me gently to the underground
I’ll feel the fires licking around
Born in the cold
With the rats and creeping mold
Down in the deep where everything sleeps
Rascals away, let me sing to my grave
To sooth her for what she must bear
Ghost in the Fen, find my station within
And hope I’ll be dancing somewhere
Pull me along
Sip me hollow with this Earthly song
Tune to the felled trees' fungus in bloom
Ghost in the Fen
Let my songs swim again
In summers of beauty and pain