I live in a house that stands on chicken legs I'm a young girl with old woman's hands I sort out the poppy seeds from the earth Without my work there would be no colors I know the plants that kill, I know the plants that heal You see me in your dreams and yet I am real I know the white knight, I know the red knight, I know the black knight I gave birth to their three horses Without my work there would be no colors Without my work there would be no night or day Turn your back on me and your whole world will turn grey There is a skull in my house, there burns a fire From each hole shines a light that makes you wiser Everything that lives will die And everything that dies will live Everything that lives will die And everything that dies will live That's all I got to say and now you have to go Some things my dear are not for you to know Without my work there would be no colors Without my work there would be no colors