Текст песни By of River - Stick in the Wheel

A scaffold tall, all built of gold
The flags will fly, children be told
And in your name they'll march for days
Then before the others you'll kneel

We come from here, from here are we
Are of the earth, and earth is we
Lie you there, ready for your end
And by of river go we

We come to pass a burning pyre
Laid to rest on a bed of flame
Path is long but we are not
And of valley go we

A blackened spot on broken ground
In the dust, return to there
End of days, for one for all
And by of river go we