From the recording broke down
old north wind, why do you blow so cold? you took me pure and pretty, my story's left untold. grasses grow 'round names you'll never know...you could meet them now, if you stop for a spell. rows and rows, rows and rows of sleeping souls are arranged here. hold your own: it's too late to place the blame, 'cause i sleep here, just the same. settle down and rest, now, it's gonna be a while. close my door against the wind, but still it whistles wild. if you're looking, you will see: they're pining for your company. and i wish that i could wrap myself around you in the ground. rows and rows, rows and rows of sleeping souls are contained here. and you know: THE MOST RESTLESS SOULS ARE THE ONES WHO WERE TOO YOUNG TO GO. and i wish that i could wrap myself around you in the ground.