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