Lyrics:
He come up and throw himself downHe finds no strength to get off this groundBy the wave of the horsetailBy the wave of the horsetailHe wishes no height, no height in your mindTo climb the steep hill none he can findIf you think you can see it in your handThen you are blindFor unless he draw them, they will not comeFor no man seeks him, no not oneThere is number to your hoursThere is number to your hoursYou, I don’t know from a stone’s throwIf you think you can see it in your handThen you are blindAnd if you think you can see it in your handThen you are blindHe bring the whirlwind to scatter your fireYou cannot reach himNo, not from your tallest spire