On from here walkin' dreams awake I think not, I think not The sky comes king blown in every direction And of no country, I am straw
It is no mystery I know my way from here
Iron sharpens iron, crooked wooden and peacock black I have your feathers slung across my back I'm not the only one to help you down the hill My blue knuckles do as they will
It is no mystery I know my way from here It is no mystery I know my way from here
One as precious as the other, they go with me Today I am not a false conscience, a tyrant Angels line my pockets, dear
I walk a hutterite mile Look at me this once Put an eye to my step, look and furrow It's only misery, it's only ankle deep
It is no mystery I know my way from here It is no mystery I know my way from here