Cook it's chirping, water is high
There's a soft contrast on the lines hanging dry
A little spot of African trees
Bend over backwards and bounce up and breathe
Not a word, not even a load to keep on
It's the man of the law, black and gold
Somebody's sitting, hanging around
At the old dance hall, at the outskirts of town
He looked up to the right, he started to ask
If he wanted to dance, he had a face like a man
Somebody said, by the people
There was dust, a man of the law, black and gold
Oh
Oh
I wish I was talking to the sun
He said that every man's conscience is a bounding ray
And I depend on it to be okay
But it's not possible to keep me satisfied
It ain't easy to swallow the sticks in your throat
She gave her heart to the man of the law, black and gold
They're on all the sticks in life, some people say
And it's true sometimes, it's the other way
But people don't live or die, people just float
She went with the man of the law, black and gold
There's smoke on the water, it's been there since June
The tree trunks are rooted in the high crescent moon
There's smoke on the water, it's been there since June
The pulse of migration, rumbling the forest
Somebody's out there, beating on a dead horse
She never said nothing, never said nothing
She arose, she's gone
The man of the law, black and gold
Black and gold