Horsetail Lyrics - Woven Hand

He come up and 

Throw himself down 

He finds no strength to get off this ground 

By the wave of the horsetail 

By the wave of the horsetail 

He wishes no height 

No height in your mind 

To climb the steep hill none the can find 

If you think you can see it in your hand 

Then you are blind 

For unless he draw them 

They will not come 

For no man seeks him 

No not one 

There is number to your hours 

There is number to your hours 

You I dont know 

From a stones throw 

If you think you can see it in your hand 

Then you are blind