Last leaf fallen, bare earth where green was born
Black Madonna, two eagles hang against a cloud
Sun comes up blood red
Wind yells among the stone
All graceful instruments are known

When the windows all are broken
And your love's become a toothless crone
When the voices of the storm sound
Like a crowd
Winter morning breaks, you're all alone

The eyes are blind
Blue visions are all a seer can see
And touching makes the flesh to cry out loud
This ground on which the seed of love is sown
All graceful instruments are known