Through crooked teeth and mouthed up ties They spit you up river just like all those lions That walked the banks They said, "Paint me that river And would you only use blues With a brilliant big black mouth and Lengths of pines that route the river through Through and through"
Fashion fashion ballrooms of the leaves We'd like to watch the ghosts dance We'd like to watch the ghosts dance
"Paint me that arm That lies directly over mountains Where the glaciers climb so tall One absent of the scars passing boats and ships and oars Tend to leave the veins will be the tributaries" All the sounds of the ocean, the ocean
Fashion fashion ballrooms of the leaves We'd like to watch the ghosts dance We'd like to watch the ghosts dance Fashion fashion ballrooms of the leaves We'd like to watch the ghosts dance We'd like to watch the ghosts dance
I am but a man But a proud, proud man But a proud, proud man Silver bells that line the way Baited trails We'll find you there Silver bells that line the way Baited trails We'll find you there