Worm's Head

A blanket of green split came of this stone He threw it away from his shoe and it grew The horses turn into cows And sheep lie on the edge of the road The seas float across this island wind that carries through The years of all the wandering souls walking on the black mountaintops A flock of crows head towards the rocks Eagles hover low above the sea The vevers only grow at night And mend to more for size in the dark The seas float across this island wind that carries through The years of all the wandering souls walking on the black mountaintops Now the place that you see may not be All they seem or the one home The ancient forest still stands tall Their roots that lie beneath reach the shore The seas float across this island wind that carries through The years of all the wandering souls walking on the black mountaintops