Lyrics:
I must miss youUnder the ashen skyAnd out from among themYou and youThose who spin as glassOn this iron shipInto their own hands castOh, it is this sad newsThat has traveled so fastAll these tears gather togetherDown your cheekYour neck and feathersAll these tearsLetter by letterThey must be foundWhile still day as dead men doDo not find their wayBeneath the cedarsThe cedars of Lebanon theyAll these tears gather togetherDown your cheekYour neck and feathersAll these tearsFeather fell a voiceA calling answer thereTo the hearing soulThe soul in the hollow square