Listen to the grass grow Lay me down The eye of god upon us Shake the very ground Play for me the smoke rain Grass 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 Ill be blind If I receive your light Ill be blind by morning
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