The son of the woodsman runs
Into the orchard tended to by the sun
The feet of the mother's son
Will take him away to the places you once sung
Only in the grave
Only in the grave

The eyes of the woodsman stay
Gentle and gray as the grass you lay upon
Only in the rain
Only in the rain

He sees the grain
Counts the years
Hides the pain

He sees the grain
Counts the years
Hides the pain

The son of the woodsman runs
Into the orchard tended to by the sun

The eyes of the woodsman stay
Gentle and gray as the grass you lay upon
Only in the rain
Only in the rain
Only in the rain