The day draws a shade Pulls the thread of your frayed lace undone, It falls like the evenings That charm then devour their young— The face of the moon On the river will shiver and run, From belief to surrender And I want you to lead me on The quiet of midnight Is bright and it sounds an alarm As men from the county line Get down and take up their arms— No one you can name Is just that one thing they have shown, You speak from the shadows And I want you to lead me on The deep valley falls and it Rises with blood in its eyes. The sharp mountain crawls into clouds, Wears a blade-thin disguise— The hour is hung on a ladder rung Cut from my bone— You move high above me And I want you to move me on... This is my body- Already broken for thee, The black coal at my soul not a diamond But cracked open and free— The dark rushing river sweeps Pushing away and along, Like light through the pines And I want you to lead me on