I [bad word] into your house 
 You say there’s something I should know by now and I vow to hear you out 
 But as you speak, how I feel the sting 
 Like the hackles on a dog’s back I rise up to meet 

 The words you spoke in the middle of the night 
 They fall heavy like a hammer on my mind 
 You are the light in the darkness, you’re the fire on the vine 

 Oh my son, I have known your ways 
 But I’m the gale that’ll rattle your gate; you shudder, I make you shake 
 You will find what you did not seek 
 road less narrow, a way not steep 

 Oh my child 
 Don’t you lose your place 
 Remember my table 
 Remember my face 

 And the things I told you in the middle of the night 
 They fall heavy like a hammer on your mind 
 I am the light in the darkness, I’m the fire on the vine 

 You turn away 
 I’m left alone 
 Then came a sign 
 Then came the Revelation 

 And I said, 
 You, you will not dig a hole in me 
 You will not chop down my tree 
 Or hold me under the water 

 No and you, you will not dig a hole in me 
 You will not chop down my tree 
 Or hold me under the water