You came from the north in the fall of the year   with a crack in your voice, and a curl in your hair      You weep like a .... it's been a dry year   have you a few drops to spare?   have you a few drops to spare?      And we'll trip on your heels in the pale light of dawn   and soak up your wisdom like a .......      if we can't find our way back then we'll just keep on   it's never as far as it seems   it's never as far as it seems      and when all the yarns? you spun   come undone lord, come undone      we'll lay in the grass and hurl stones at the sun   with the wind in our backs, but there's lead in our lungs      in the wee small hours the fiddler unloads   but the price of his freedom is more than your change   at the foot of his tongue the barnacles grow   the song is always the same   the song is always the same   the song is always the same   the song is always the same