Beneath the blue Organ Mountains   Beneath the sky and the stars   Far from the road and trail, I hear you sigh   I hear you sigh, I hear you sigh      In the skin, in the skin where memory begins   In the skin, in the skin, it stretches thin in the wind      Freed from the flesh and bone   Stretched on a cross of wood   Tied to a string and then flown away   In the wind, in the wind, in the wind      In the skin, in the skin where memory begins   In the skin, in the skin, it stretches thin in the wind   In the skin, in the skin where memory begins   In the skin, in the skin, it stretches thin in the wind      In the skin, in the skin where memory begins   In the skin, in the skin, it stretches thin in the wind