Well the winter it came, my love And I did not know my own name So I drove down that old country road And the spirits conjured something Grey clouds over storms did roll
And I searched for you in the cyclone For my love, I will bleed And I drive till I set myself free
To land´s end Oh, oh To land´s end Oh, oh To land´s end
Ask a soothsayer and old men wives Where the witches burnt for all our lies Past the motorways and city lights That my soul be free and spirit fly