Here now I offer my goodbye, for kith and kin I am off
Leave and heave at the darkest hour, no lusty light or moth
Dawn will not find me idly by, in mirth, twaddle or tune
Brooding sweet and sour dusk, still pining for the moon
I'm heading out halfheartedly, and yet I have to go
A dolesome dirge of revelry, a bending banshee bow

I dug a well for 40 years, and built a sad high place
A belfry clown in the hungering dark, faded my painted face
Bemusing is a balladear, a fool with broken tools
Leather bit, wooden split, and Holy Ghostly blues
Folk love to nod and wink an eye, ne'er a fig as I go
Yet they are never happier, than when I'm deep down below

A ring and a swing my hammer song, into the great unknown
My days are nigh, by and by, with no striking of the gold
I know the byway people well, a bevy of dust and spit
I find my solace in the wind, the shaft, the miry pit
Ever mining deep beyond, a husk of shell shocked soul
Cavern heart has no leave, I've made my bed in Sheol

Shadows and tales are at the door, promising dark surprise
And Yet the only treasure here, I can not see with my eyes
My Lord my Lord, you know me well, you are the BECKONER
Bottled tears, pillow in hell, yet I know you are here
Old angel will you wake me up, and give my children bread?
Please send me a Raven fair, with meat to rest my head

Here now I lay my axe and bone, beneath the root of a tree
Three dear loves aride my coach, and pledge a lorn fealty
Oh if I fall into a spell, under a mountain stream
Know that I bent my wayward will, to see the NEW GOLDEN DREAM
An if I fall into the stone, of Knockasheega's Tor
Remember me, I never stole, one jot from splendor's door

Dilly dally fally fool, upon a madman's mound
Dancing reeling raving scoot, a crumbling under the ground
Searching out a wavy sky, a wisp of Hope's Blue Flame
Flowing gently overhead, the graven stone bearing my name