Last leaf fallen bare earth where green was born,

Above my doorknob two eagles hang against a cloud,

Sun comes up blood red wind yells among the stone,

All graceful instruments are known.

When the windows all are broken and your love's become a toothless crone,

When the voices of the storm sound like a crowd,

Winter morning breaks, you're all alone.

The eyes are blind, blue visions, all a seer can own,

And touching makes the flesh to cry out loud

This ground on which the seed of love is sown,

All graceful instruments are known.