Ill Omen

It's June and I see the woods
The quiet pools
The glades and blue hollows...
I saw the woods were wound with sorrow
So don't stop, clatter on
As doors swing open it to lazy gardens
This is love, don't go on.'
And I see the perfect wife
I can almost smell her apple breath
And her milky dress...
This is love, don't go on.'

I swoon past the pearly rooms
In staggered roofs...
He waits for tomorrow
I saw his lips were mouthing 'follow
This is love, don't go on.'
My iron horse, my train, my ghost companion
And I feel its heart unwind
And pull me to its gleaming breast
Its black flesh...
Never stop clatter on

The iron horse pumps its steam screaming
Whistle