Come with the raising,
Of you.
Two years ago in the woods,
Saw
a branch,
Fall in the brook.
I'll lead you, i'll lead
you,
To your throne.
But it's up to my knees now,
Build me up, for the breakdown.
And i carried this all for
you,
And you know i did.
And i bottled it just for you,
And
you know i did.
Taking hold caught a rash,
And i did it all for
you.