Lay me where the flowers grow

For the palace is descending

Golden fans across the land now

Just one key ties everything

Blackbird red, the wings that spread, winds that turn, a pretty word

Bird of prey, the clothing lay, on the line, and out to dry

Broken fence, and two arms length, spidersilk and sweet nonsense

Just one key ties everything

Sugar on her eyelids, cosmos for the veil

For the palace is descending

The country where she′s going, someday we all shall find

Lay me where the flowers grow

Choose the one to follow, take them in your arms

Golden fans across the land now

Just one key ties everything