All the riders on the rise
All the riders on the rise
Circlers from every side
Circlers from every side
All the riders on the rise
All the riders on the rise
Circlers from every side
Circlers from every side
Side
Eyes up!
Light floods around
In a yellow shadow after night
Comes down
In a groundward fall in a dull dumb swipe
When all's white
Fire painting on the pines
Hawks above the timber-line
Water weeping from the ice
Water weeping from the ice
Fire painting on the pines
Hawks above the timber-line
Water weeping from the ice
Water weeping from the ice
Heat is lost
Winter rocks into a lonely boxwood grove
And quiet
Snowfall smothers all of the lawns
Where the ladies coughed and cried
"I don't want to be there when it's time!"
The dying stag is on his side
Hunters hiding, up on high
Wind is beating through the briars
Wind is beating through the briars
The dying stag is on his side
Hunters hiding, up on high
Wind is beating through the briars
Wind is beating through the briars
Waves on the graves of the saints
Dull grey as the sea pushes land away
Dull ache when you wake
Grey smoke shows the way you walk
Down by when it's time
I don't want to be there when it's time
To go down, down
I don't want to go down there alone
Down down
I don't want to go down there alone
Down down down down
Down down down down
Down down down down
Down down down down
Down down down down
Down down down down
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