A blanket of green split came of this stone   He threw it away from his shoe and it grew   The horses turn into cows   And sheep lie on the edge of the road   The seas float across this island wind that carries through   The years of all the wandering souls walking on the black mountaintops      A flock of crows head towards the rocks   Eagles hover low above the sea   The vevers only grow at night   And mend to more for size in the dark   The seas float across this island wind that carries through   The years of all the wandering souls walking on the black mountaintops      Now the place that you see may not be   All they seem or the one home   The ancient forest still stands tall   Their roots that lie beneath reach the shore   The seas float across this island wind that carries through   The years of all the wandering souls walking on the black mountaintops