Well The cattle shed is empty
And there gorse about my head
Yellow bits in my hair
And Garlands round my neck

Well Its free if you can afford it
And Very spenny if you cant
And the flowers on the mountain look like snow from my car
And the i would go and see them
When the seas begin to part
An Trees start talking about it

And you killed me in my dream last night
Its empty dont be kind
Theres ash on my plate, dont be