I keep lookin' down out of my windows at the people below. So slow. I keep lookin' down out of my windows at the people below. Lordy, go slow. . Sure would like to know what you been thinkin'.
In the consecrated chambers. Of a mountain's winter day. I left her at the turning. To go on her seeking way. . To pass o'er meadows green and bare. Or brown as her auburn hair.