Wind blows like A whistle through Your head out for weeks Someday you'll Be the grizzled Far from follies and tricks Hold the sorrow with tie Blow off ashes and dust Time's coming slow But time's passing fast
Feather grass, weak and pale Is around to stand still You thought that was a tale But it was found real And some lonely night Never gives you a kiss And there's no use Praying on your knees
There is Drollery in There is Honesty out Folly dance to be dotty Or something about But on sale of your trade There'll be hardly a bit It has been paid But it does not fit
Haunt and church In these lost Souls haven't built yet Outlaws On their way Everyone fears to tread Thousand years, thousand miles River Time had to pass But you're weak and pale Like feather grass