One, two, three.
Put the chair against the handle
In the window light a candle
When you're smoking up
The chimney slowly
The wind it blew the slates off
Your prayers float through the foxglove
Grip the iron
Bedpost quickly
We watch them carry
The coffin
From the house down to the river
They recited
Come away
From the wild
At the gathering
The whole room it fell silent
It heckled and grew violent
I stood at your back
Deep breath
Haystack
You're a businessman
Wrapped in a caftan
It's all you'll ever be
Go count your money
I'm a painter
You're a framer
Wear a warm coat
Music
Music
Music
It gets cold out there
Out at the bunkhouse
Prayers float through the
Foxglove
Prayers float through the
Foxglove
Prayers float through the Foxglove
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