Sometime now I've been divining the end of a snowy morning
Sometime now I've been afraid that the pilgriming vine is [bad word] to take me
I could be one of them waiting
I could be one of them falling down below
So quietly wishing my only
Never looks down by the maple
If he goes
Never looks down if he goes
Tomorrow I'll know if there's silver in your eyes
Crossing down on your cheek
And tomorrow I'll know by [bad word] in your voice
They've been calling your name to me lately
You have been one of them waiting
I have been one of them falling
Down below so
Tell me you're always my only
Never look down by the maple
If I go
Never look down if I go
Sometime now I've been divining the end of a snowy morning
Sometime now I've been afraid that the pilgriming vine is [bad word] to take me
Taste it and tell me it's savoury
Hold it up high to the light and
Let it grow and
Tell me you're always my only
Never look down by the maple
If you go
Never look down if you go