Wait a minute my friend
Don't pass me up for dead
As
Four crows nailed to a wooden post
Bleed upon a barren
It's funny how people stare
When your back's against the wall
It's
The wild wide eye with her painted wing
She crushed the
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Oh the dream,
There's a whisper in the wires- no love
Of a black
Go west young man
And break bread in the new lands
And
And they come
And they come
See them prancing
They come neighing
They come
Reaching for a reason
A rider in the snow
Has not far
Let it be beautiful when I sing the last song
I