Lay me where the flowers grow
For the palace is descending
Golden fans across the land now
Just one key ties everything
Blackbird red, the wings that spread, winds that turn, a pretty word
Bird of prey, the clothing lay, on the line, and out to dry
Broken fence, and two arms length, spidersilk and sweet nonsense
Just one key ties everything
Sugar on her eyelids, cosmos for the veil
For the palace is descending
The country where she′s going, someday we all shall find
Lay me where the flowers grow
Choose the one to follow, take them in your arms
Golden fans across the land now
Just one key ties everything
