Из альбома: The Threshingfloor
Sinking singing hands
Mercy mercy
Your darkened face
Well known to her
It's a low low low indivisible man
To be myself again
Please get inside
Quiet in the mind of the people
Nothing new here
Under the sun
Away with me away with me
They run
Just look across and see
My weary stone of knee
Back to dust
As we have been told
Clinging to the sky
Like smoke
And it is so
bone of my bone
one desert shy
down singing fetter drowning
sinking singing hands
sinking sinking singing hands