Take this scarred body | |
Anoint his heirs | |
Take a dollar for the crossing | |
From coins in his meal | |
Souls slight of coin | |
Slight of name | |
Then i'll meet you at the back gate | |
And greet you just the same | |
Take to my side | |
And we'll walk on | |
To where the frost of the dead king | |
Weigh heavy on the vine | |
Long it's been said | |
That the worlds | |
Of a man be his woman | |
And his lands have retainers |