White Thistle Garden

Dancing in the white thistle garden
Who can tell when titans shall fall
Breathing in the song of the morning
Who will come when the grey heron calls?

I fall...
I bend...
I rise to the call
...of the wild singing spiral flowers
Trapped behind the wall
I fall
I sway...
Another day
I'm washed away

Shadowing figures, the blackbirds did see
And I ravaged the dark for the jewels of the queen
She was lonesome and a coy one
Oh you'll serve her quite well
In the brambles of the witches
Oh the mice twitter so

I fall...
I bend...
I rise to the call
...of the wild singing spiral flowers
Climbing on the wall
I fall
I sway...
Another day
I'm washed away

And there's a war in the sky, riding reckless in the night
And who will keep count of the wicked and the right
Restless of wing, hither dither whither here
Crying alone since the seasons of fear

I fall...
I bend...
I rise to the call
...of the wild singing spiral flowers
Tearing at the wall
I fall
I sway...
Another day
I'm washed away

I fall...
I bend...
I rise to the call
...of the wild singing spiral flowers
Sweeping o'er the wall
I fall
I sway...
Another day
I'm washed away

And still there is rain, and horses on the plains
And the wind rages on, dragging thunder in its reins
And under the ground, a thousand thousand busy homes
Sheltered and skeltered, harvest marrow from the bone

I fall
I sway...
Another day
I'm washed away

Who can tell when titans shall fall
Breathing in the song of the morning
Who will come when the grey heron calls?