Lyrics:
Sold my cold knot, a heavy stoneSold my red horse for a venture homeTo vanish on the bowSettling slowFit it all, fit it in the doldrumsOr so the story goesColor the eraFilm it as historical, ahMy mile could not pump the plumbIn my arbor 'till my ardor trumpedEvery inner inertiaLump sumAll at once rushing from the sump-pumpOr so the story goesBalance we won't knowWe will see when it gets warm, ah