Seven times I went down
six times I walked back.
And I don't fear the dark anymore
'cause I'm become all that.
I will be rocks, I will be water.
I will leave this to my daughter:
lift your head up in the wind.
When you feel yourself grow colder
wrap the night around your shoulders
and I will be with you even then
even when I cannot see your face anymore.
Don't forget the time
I wooed him with red wine.
The devil he wore such a fine, fine shirt
and it stayed so clean while he dragged me through the dirt.
Now, honey, don't trust anyone who looks you in the eye
don't take any kindness, it's a demand in disguise.
I have seen such things child
on this, and the other side.
Words cannot show you
the midnight owl it does not know you.
You will see for your sweet self
by and by.
And I will be rocks, I will be water
I will leave this to my daughter.