You don't believe what you don't see Each grain of sand beneath the sea You have no faith in a dream Fade into the landspace, unseem In a field of weeds
The winds outside a change Shadows move across the floor Chasing the light When the leaves fall to the field I'll know the wrong from yesterday Sky
This river flows to the South Like these thoughts flow from my veins Blood like fuel is fed to the fire Inspired by faces in the flames In the boats
There's a candle in the window Of the old tatch house Mother said it was a beacon On this night of the hunt She sang softly Of those who were gone As
I stand exposed In a barren field Like a stone Bled dry The day star fades The darkness cools The fever breaks My side is clear A figure forms Of shining
Under a blood red moon That fades from my eyes An ancestral haunting Brings their names across a plain unknown Harvesting thought from a mind out of
And then i born to die To lay this body down And must lie trembling Spirit fly into a world unknown And must lie trembling Spirit fly into a world unknown
(by Neil Young) Please help me, oh, please help me I'm living by myself I need someone to comfort me I need someone to tell I'm sorry for the things
There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she; She was old, so old, yet her years all told were but a score and three; And she knew by
My forging hammer Lies reclined My bellows, too Have lost their wind My fires extinct My forge decayed And in the dust My vices layed My coal is spent
My forging hammer Lies reclined My bellows, too Have lost their wind My fires extinct My forge decayed And in the dust My vices layed My coal is