Down to the river where the birds fly low,
And you sail away on the sunset glow.
To the cemetery where your lover sleeps,
Where the sunflowers grow and the foxes weep.
Will you meet me there at the break of day,
When the tides rise up and the birds fly away?
Little soldier, little sun, little blue eyed wolf,
Sing to the mercy of the sky above.
Down through the forest to the clear blue stream,
Where the foxes hunt but are never seen.
Parting water and sky, see what you've become.
And the sunflowers bow to your kingdom come.
And we run to the beat of the sunset drum,
Through the poisoned fields of the midnight sun.
There are ghosts in the air, they can smell your fear.
Better run for your life as the night draws near.