The son of the woodsman runs
Into the orchard tended to by the sun
The feet of the mother's son
Will take him away to the places you once sung
Only in the grave
Only in the grave
The eyes of the woodsman stay
Gentle and gray as the grass you lay upon
Only in the rain
Only in the rain
He sees the grain
Counts the years
Hides the pain
He sees the grain
Counts the years
Hides the pain
The son of the woodsman runs
Into the orchard tended to by the sun
The eyes of the woodsman stay
Gentle and gray as the grass you lay upon
Only in the rain
Only in the rain
Only in the rain
