The giant of Illinois   Died from a blister on his toe   After the walking all day   Through the first winter's snow      Throwing bits of stale bread   To the last speckled doves   He never even felt   His shoe full of blood      Delirious with pain   His bedroom walls began to glow   And he felt himself soaring up   Through falling snow      And the sky was a woman's arms   The sky was a woman's arms      A boy with a club foot   Had sat next to him in school   Once upon a summer's day   They went wandering through the woods      They spotted a sleeping swan   On the banks of a muddy stream   And they stormed it with rocks   Till it collapsed in the reeds      They lay out on a green lawn   Full of chocolate and lemonade   But under the blue bowl   The giant was afraid      'Cause the sky was a woman's arms   The sky was a woman's arms