The son of the woodsman runs Into the orchard tended to by the sun The feet of the mother's son Will take him away to the places you once sung Only in the grave Only in the grave
The eyes of the woodsman stay Gentle and gray as the grass you lay upon Only in the rain Only in the rain
He sees the grain Counts the years Hides the pain
He sees the grain Counts the years Hides the pain
The son of the woodsman runs Into the orchard tended to by the sun
The eyes of the woodsman stay Gentle and gray as the grass you lay upon Only in the rain Only in the rain Only in the rain
