Oh Tule, it's on account of you that I've been weeping 
Here behind my hand 
It's lonesome in my heart's land, as the sands of the desert

Oh, tell me, why was it always you, who, through the changes 
You, who always sang and played while the green vespers rang 
In the heart of the hillside

It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other 
You and me, sweet and slightly out of key 
Like the sound of a running down calliope

Oh Tule, it's once I was your knight in golden armor 
With the sun behind my hair 
My music filled the air with symbols and lightning

Oh Tule, now can't you see I'm changing like the seasons? 
My hair is growing dark 
And there's no room left in the ark for a lark with a broken wing

It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other 
And a child's voice, so tender and out of tune 
Keeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon

Oh Tule, it's on account of you that I'll be leaving 
'Cross the deep salt sea 
Whatever wild worlds I may see, will be empty without you

It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other 
And a child's voice, so tender and out of tune 
Keeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon