The walls of sky are lined with care And beauty takes its pride for them – The blue and white. A cloudy lamb All slipping slowly casts his hair That turns to rain, which falls again.
The earth is eating heaven’s brine While all is waiting, deadly still. The lamb will go over a hill On losing crystals, signing time That turns to rain, which falls again.
A man of twenty-seven days Stays in his Reign in Wonderlands. He says his names to the cloudy lamb And rays as always from his face. He tells the rain to fall again.