The sun hovers on the valleys tongue To light a viaduct between mother and son For you I the fern and forest clear Nothing of worth unless you can remain here The soil buckles, the beams begin to drum My body too tired to by you rove on What now to do with your land? Yours to know when the heavenshard hits the sand Be sure the purpose of your ritual Without purpose you've no magic at all Reach your hand where the sky and soil divide Press your pulse when missing against mine Now go find barley corn string and gut him good But never halloo 'til you're out of the wood Never halloo 'til you're out of the wood Never halloo 'til you're out of the wood