[00:21.40]All the riders on the rise
[00:25.72]And circlers from every side.
[00:30.86]All the riders on the rise
[00:36.44]And circlers from every side.
[00:40.38]Eyes up!
[00:45.50]Light floods around in a yellow shadow
[00:50.72]After night comes down
[00:54.22]
[00:57.64]I a ground-whirl fall
[01:00.58]Into a dull dumb swipe.
[01:02.26]And all's white.
[01:04.89]Fire painting on the pines,
[01:08.96]Hawks above the timber-line,
[01:12.14]Water weeping from the ice.
[01:14.65]Fire painting on the pines,
[01:19.36]Water weeping from the ice.
[01:25.24]Heat is lost.
[01:28.42]Winter rocks into a lonely boxwood grove.
[01:33.86]And quiet snowfall smothers all of the lawns
[01:42.92]
[01:43.67]Where the ladies coughed and cried,
[01:48.01]"I don't want to be there when it's time!"
[02:00.40]
[02:24.96]The dying stag is on his side.
[02:27.47]The hunters are hiding, up on high.
[02:30.46]The wind is beating through the briars.
[02:31.96]The dying stag is on his side.
[02:32.90]The hunters are hiding, up on high.
[02:33.97]The wind is beating through the briars.
[02:36.04]Waves on the graves of the saints.
[02:41.10]Dull grey as the sea pushes land away.
[02:47.16]
[02:51.65]Dull ache when you wake.
[02:57.10]Grey smoke shows the way you walk
[02:59.16]Down by when it's time.
[03:02.91]I don't want to be there
[03:08.35]When it's time to go down,
[03:15.74]
[03:16.63]Down, I don't want to go
[03:19.99]Down there alone.
[03:23.30]
[03:27.08]Down, down, I don't want to go
[03:35.63]
[03:49.71]Down there alone.