Here he comes right to your house   not through door, right through the wall.   He's a nomad and intruder   Spilling merry on your floor   What will now happen?   Well it already did!   And the table right in the middle   It got almighty flipped      Is it voice of the eternal?   Is it hand of the unseen?   came as nomad and intruder   with a pair of wooden sticks   And said, "Hey brothers   How is it napping on wagon full of hay?   Don't mind me, I'll be just a-startin'   Here fire in old-fashioned way"   We'll be starting starting fire   in an old fashioned way   With ain't no nothin'   Just take it all away   With two wood sticks and some hay      Well, I'll be leaving now, my friends   following the Springs   you can usually profound me   in between of my wings . . .