Come with the raising,
Of you.
Two years ago in the woods,

Saw a branch,
Fall in the brook.


I'll lead you, i'll lead you,
To your throne.


But it's up to my knees now,
Build me up, for the breakdown.


And i carried this all for you,
And you know i did.
And i bottled it just for you,

And you know i did.
Taking hold caught a rash,
And i did it all for you.