All the riders on the rise Circlers from every side All the riders on the rise Circlers from every side
Eyes up! Light floods around in a yellow shadow after night Comes down in a dull dumb swipe. And all's white
Fire painting on the pines And hawks above the timber-line Water weeping from the ice
Fire painting on the pines And hawks above the timber-line 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 The hunters are hiding, up on high The wind is beating through the briars The wind is beating through the briars
The dying stag is on his side The hunters are hiding, up on high The wind is beating through the briars The 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 Ooh