Now and again
Would come the invisible
Out of the nether in

Her finest dress
Breaking free to haunt
The eyes that saw


Then silver wires
Hung in the haze

Skin, and frail bones
Hung in the night


Hunger for the marvel
And worship of the fright
As long as it's safer for us

Than it was for her
Haunting only softly
Like daytime radio


Carrying a song he sings
For the woods:

Led her out of the wind
And off into the smoke
Led her out of the wind

For the brandy and wine
Led her out of the wind
If only my bones wouldn't

Begin so much to feel it
Led her out of the wind
Off into the smoke!