Lyrics

If you could imagine A castle drenched in sun A place in which, many hands Turn the Wheel of One Once inside the gates The meadows are aglow Poppies, sage, peaches and rose; Alchemy for a foe It's morning, she's mourning She is trying her best to hide It's morning, she's mourning "I don't want to go, I don't want to go I don't want to go, I don't want to go I don't want to go under the oak tree, through the veil I can go everywhere, everywhere" Hands unbound, through space unrest But the oak tree wears a mourning dress