The Defenders in the Mill

歌詞

Diving suit lifeline tug one-two-three-four Pulled up spouting lies like they're true As I stood my watch down from mill looked and saw A slow-shifting grove Branches all woven into Branches and leaves woven into their sleeves Drinkstone in sight, defenders in line Clock on a chord, up the windmill climb Backward marching time Eastern gate's mine It's my churchyard phone call, my number nine From the mill I saw branch-lifting A slow-shifting grove