Last leaf fallen bare earth where green was born
Black Madonna two eagles hang against a cloud
Sun comes up blood red, wind yells among the stone
All graceful instruments are known
When the windows all are broken, and your loves become a toothless crone
When the voices of the storm sound like a crowd
Winter morning breaks, youre all alone
The eyes are blind, blue visions, all a seer can own
And touching makes the flesh to cry out loud
This ground on which the seed of love is sown
All graceful instruments are known