There be low the grey stone walls
Behind the hills she waits for you
Painted on a field of corn
Strange messages she leaves for you
and stars to wear as her disguise
Then catching cosmic rays,
and you know she's coming through
and you know she's coming through
With one reason she will wipe away the sigh
In the green folds of her skirt,
and you know she's coming through
and you know she's coming through
and you know she's coming through
and you know she's colourful
There below the grey stone walls
Behind the hills she waits for you
Painted on a field of corn
Strange messages she elates for you
She sheds her summer dress,
fearing it displeases you
I'm in the white silk melting
and you know she's coming through
and you know she's coming through
the wild bees are playing
Beneath the splintered stones,
her an ger seems to reign
and you know she's coming through
and you know she's coming through
and you know she's coming