Last leaf fallen, bare earth where green was born
Black Madonna, 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 instruments are graceful