Now and again Would come the invisible Out of the nether in Her finest dress Breaking free to haunt The eyes that saw
Then silver wires Hung in the haze Skin, and frail bones Hung in the night
Hunger for the marvel And worship of the fright As long as it's safer for us Than it was for her Haunting only softly Like daytime radio
Carrying a song he sings For the woods: Led her out of the wind And off into the smoke Led her out of the wind For the brandy and wine Led her out of the wind If only my bones wouldn't Begin so much to feel it Led her out of the wind Off into the smoke!