Last leaf fallen, bare earth where green was born   Above my doorknob, 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 graceful instruments are known