The wound caused Tim to move very slowly
Through the woods of East Garafraxa
Two hundred miles through the deepest dark forest
And six hundred miles cross the biggest black ocean
He lived in the smokes off the flame of a candle
Which sealed the fate of a hundred old sailors
His words poured out like drops of molasses
Singing "Demon in the night who tried to resist you"
Gone
There's bags of rice out by the old lime kiln
Dandelion and sarsaparilla
Clouds of white smoke pour from the foundry
There's hearts in the orchard
And crows in the pantry
Pigs in the kitchen
And rats in the basement
Rain in the barrel
And dust on the bible
The preacher's in his black rope sad in the woods
On fire
Through the woods of East Garafraxa
Two hundred miles through the deepest dark forest
And six hundred miles cross the biggest black ocean
He lived in the smokes off the flame of a candle
Which sealed the fate of a hundred old sailors
His words poured out like drops of molasses
Singing "Demon in the night who tried to resist you"
Gone
There's bags of rice out by the old lime kiln
Dandelion and sarsaparilla
Clouds of white smoke pour from the foundry
There's hearts in the orchard
And crows in the pantry
Pigs in the kitchen
And rats in the basement
Rain in the barrel
And dust on the bible
The preacher's in his black rope sad in the woods
On fire