Winding wheat sheath raised behind
Our gable wall, hung blue vine
And our brothers fell behind us
Our family bent
They call from the hills
Behind us all have left
For you, for you
Lost in the night
For you
Some others might take you
But I had you first
Sat at our table
Rivers of thirst
Our eyes still in congress
Stretch oceans of time
Weep not of my leaving
You still have what was left behind
The daring wait
The keepers keep
The shutters dance
The creepers creep
For you, for you
Lost in the night
For you
