I Inside the Old I Dying

The beech buds wait, the aish buds wait
The frogs and twoads in lagwood holes
Hedgehogs in their leafy ditch
All waiting for His kingdom
The eth waits, the dead brakes
That host the holly's bloody beads
They are His crown of thorns
He will rise again
Oh Wyman, Oh Wyman
Unray I
Unray I for en
Oh Wyman, Oh Wyman
Unray I
Unray I for en
Slip from my childhood skin
I zing, I'm zinging through the forest
I hover in the holway
Laugh into the leaves
Oh Wyman, Oh Wyman
Unray I
Unray I for en
Oh Wyman, Oh Wyman
Unray I
Unray I for en
I laugh in leaves and merge to meesh
Just a charm in the woak
With the chalky children
Of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore