First one defines the floor
Drive a nail down through its core
Then one opens wide the eye
Set to watch over and abide
Direct the eye to watch below
Over all that comes and goes
Trace a crescent above the gap
Present its shadow and then collapse

In one hand affix the blade
From the other a fork is made
Not to kill for wrath nor greed
Nor to cut what flesh would bleed
Below the earth, anchor to its roots
Tap the earth where the water shoots
Let all know where it erects
What bares its mark, it will protect

Beat the bracken and give chase
Drive these cowards into the light
Gather the offenders one by one
And put them in a single line

Performed and produced by Michael Bird.
Words and music by Michael Bird

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