Coin of pure gold in green oceans Or a setting Sun sinking into open hands? Tucked away there Where I've hid all my treasures One hidden note in the loose earth With a map to the things that I've found Drawn by hand Tied together With cloth torn from her apron O, crack in a mirror A penumbra blinding Pulled back to what was and weakness in clouded eyes Torn from the dirt The willow tree I once knew Nights are getting longer now (brother, sister) In time I'll be too old (mothеr, father) Now, nothing is familiar The shadow is blinding This face and thеse hands Dead trees and dead soil I pulled the golden cornsilk from my hair Handmade curtains drew me home I am a silvered shadow of old air Where I lived now overgrown Torn from the dirt The man that I was Faded thought Lost my name To your ghost I pulled the golden cornsilk from my hair Handmade curtains drew me home I am a silvered shadow of old air Where I lived now overgrown I pulled the golden cornsilk from my hair Handmade curtains drew me home I am a silvered shadow of old air Where I lived now overgrown