There he stood A giant up to no good A weathered grin Sat on his elephant skin I am not afraid I know my fate And there’s no need For an up tight fist fight way out of this
When you live alone Folklore is alive in the corners of night In your home And prayer might reach a mighty force It’s no use to me now It’s no use to me at all It’s no use to me now It’s no use to me at all
So may the moon rattle inside its glow Let go of a spark A starling swooping low
And may this roof rise Rise to let light in All damp and hushed now She is the brightest thing