When everything is wearing down When are dim and faded Cut off from inspiration Oh to call upon the fire again And to feed it with a bellow's wind A song heard faintly whispering That drew into a crack of light Comes streaming through the door When rust has spread to everything And weeds have chocked the garden In air so thick it's hard to breathe Tip the cauldron on its golden ears Sweep the floor until it disappears An echo answers from inside Unfolding in the black of night What's ruined is restored Bodies turn and tides are stirred When everything is wearing down When hours are dim and faded When rust has spread to all the trees And weeds have choked the garden