In the morning mist By waning moon Through the woods she set on foot With a sacred blade Cut the berries down Dug up the dreaded mandrake root ♪ "Tread my path to summer's end This bequest I leave you", she says "You will see what could be evergreen Turn to copper and fade to gray" ♪ By the standing stones Atropine eyes smiled at me Sitting in a sluggish vertigo Sands of time form another dream No love without sacrifice No life springs without decay The final kiss is a wormy one In soil's cold caress, to rest we'll lay To rest we'll lay ♪ "Tread my path to summer's end This bequest I leave you", she says "You will see what could be evergreen Turn to copper and fade to gray"