Further from my widowed home, take the road that sets into the sun
Waiting for my skin and bone to return and see what I've become
Summer has not yet been here, though my days are long

Take me back to when the night was young and another song was sung

What of all those pretty tales, the ones that took me to this door?

Is it comfort in the siren's wail, a comfort upon this wooden floor?
Tell you, is it a failure to forget the ones you once held dear?
And I'll try to remember, but my mind is no longer clear


Oh, you recognise me,
Oh, I followed from, far from the trees,

Oh, came up, up to my knees,
Oh, they twisted round,
And I made no sound, no sound


I wandered till my brittle bone had succumbed and pulled me to the stone
Further from the towns you've known, I'll remain from where I had begun

Stumble before I start, I was kicking all the stones as a child
In the meadow when the storm came through and I burrowed straight back to you


Oh, you recognise me,
Oh, I followed from, far from the trees,
Oh, came up, up to my knees,

Oh, they twisted round,
I made no sound, no sound.


Would you ever doubt my love when my day is done?
I'll lay down my body within this earth I've won
Would you try to follow the roads I had to walk?

There's a whisper in the willow, from there you'll hear me talk.