Where the hollow hills lead to blackened town
She prays for more time, with her eyes cast down
Skin polished silver by the moon
but like the women before her
shell never leave too soon

Shell wait til the bells ring in the sun
Shell wait til the hollow hills have won

All of the words that he never found
he spoke them gently to the ground
to nothing filled with everything
All of the wishes he never shared
he blew them out into empty air
and nothing filled with everything

Lay down the bells will bring the sun
when the hills have won
Black diamonds fall from up above
Lay down, my love

Flycatchers are feeding on the wing
Cold morning is begging to be let back in
Faces in plain sight
Hed never seen more now than he did now with no light
with air pools frozen, brittle grass like baubles made of colored glass
And the way your hair blows like a flag upon the mast

Lay down the bells will bring the sun
when the hills have won
Black diamonds fall from up above
Lay down, my love

The day we were walking through the clover
And then we were looking at an indigo sky

All of the words that he never found
he spoke them gently to the ground
to nothing filled with everything
All of the wishes he never shared
he blew them out into empty air
and nothing filled with everything

The way the barley swayed when he came home
The way the sun traced dancers on his skin and then below
The way the fields whispered when he came home
The days father prayed for all the miners turned to stone