For he is Count Jefferey

For he is the servant of no man

For he casts the shadow of fear

For he is everywhere

For he rides

For he kicks

For he takes

For he leaves

For he strides

On the blue-green rising, falling tide

Breathing in the pebbles

Sighing out the salt

The day flees the town with a drunkard's yell

Silence from the slaughterhouse

And the midnight bell

Shudders down Shambles alley

Slamming shutters

And the market

You stand beneath a racing sky

You don't know why you came to

The house of the heart

You sit amongst the whitered flowers

By the dry fountains

You look

As a voice beneath the millpond sings

From her past the lost June days are woken

And wind across the gorse slopes call

Through years, where the darkness

The sandstone man

I feel my head fall to the ground

Gaping mouth and broken crown

The sandstone man

Through

There is a place where she would always be

Where the blossom snows between the cankered trees

Holding his sour breath

He knows she's

The sails are torn

We know only darkness and fear

Lost eyes are searching...

Searching still

Oh, this endless dawn