I've Been Walking, (Part 2a)

Hang on if you're not done
A sycamore tree
A sycamore tree.

Call and the scarecrow comes
A sycamore tree
As sick as can be.

After the sun has gone
A sycamore tree
As sick as can be
Third day's the unsettling one
A sycamore tree
A trick and a treat.

Turn the screw
I needed you to heal
The heathen morning.

Hazel blonde
Climbed to the top of the ever growing tower
There she told me
The secret of the
Nameless lives
She had written.

The stone dance through
The gates of time
Where the leaves will
Chime for the missing.

"Have you news of my boy Jack?"
"Not this tide"
"When d'you think that he'll come back?"
"Not this tide"
"Has any one else had word of him?"
"Not this tide"
"When d'you think that he'll come back?"
"Not this tide."

Lay down here, now
Rest your head
The day has passed now
Sleep beneath our memories.

"Has any one else had word of him?"
"Not this tide."

Herald blue bird
People know now
There's no Altai Mountain
No eternal chord
Lost a diamond
No El Dorado
There is no reward
No one saw him.

Now after what remained of love is gone
Frozen 'round the buried arms in snow.

The day came, so severe
Ride the comet out of here.

Line them up now, deck the halls
Now they've got you against the wall.

Another inmate of this town
Alligator looks around
The sky, though, is set to cold
And the peace is like a curse.

Line them up now, deck the halls
Now they've got you against the wall.

Another inmate of this town
Alligator looks around.

The sky, though, is set to cold
And the peace is like a curse.