Lyrics:
Now is the end of the gentilePluck aeolian harp my childBeyond the lust of this momentThin as a pine slatIt does no good to call you mineYou're a big brown bullButton up and button downNow grim pilgrimHe come aroundAs he did he will rollDrivin' like there ain't no god at allHe digs his holeDo you see the day far onBrothers it is a lineThere is no buffalo outside rifle childIt is more than hungerThat betrays my heart