Oh Tule, it's on account of you that I've been weeping

Here behind my hand

It's lonesome in my heart's land, as the sands of the desert



Oh, tell me, why was it always you, who, through the changes

You, who always sang and played while the green vespers rang

In the heart of the hillside



It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other

You and me, sweet and slightly out of key

Like the sound of a running down calliope



Oh Tule, it's once I was your knight in golden armor

With the sun behind my hair

My music filled the air with symbols and lightning



Oh Tule, now can't you see I'm changing like the seasons?

My hair is growing dark

And there's no room left in the ark for a lark with a broken wing



It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other

And a child's voice, so tender and out of tune

Keeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon



Oh Tule, it's on account of you that I'll be leaving

'Cross the deep salt sea

Whatever wild worlds I may see, will be empty without you



It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other

And a child's voice, so tender and out of tune

Keeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon




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