Follow the rich man Down to the cloud See the cross See the Stand in a circle And talk with your friend Like the handsome [?] Then turn back your face to me Then turn back your face Now the heart is in a [?] And the grass is in flames I heard a voice In a still corridor Once when I was a boy It called me away Somewhere far from myself Then the voice was gone Wind, come from the sea tonight Where no exile returns Now the heart is in a [?] And the grass is in flames