Gold around those fingers shown. Bound for to carry home. Fond of the flattest field. But you know there are bones buried deep down below. . Tatted lace frail figure graced.
Have you been wearing holes in your boots out there?. Have you been kicking bones in the desert sand?. There's a wolf inside the cave and another in the clouds.
The tops of crags and cliffs, the air is thin. So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill. Meet me where the snow melt flows. It is there, my dear, where we will begin again.