Whose eyes are those too fair to be but the night in day's clothesnSpeak, speak it I beg if you know it, just say it plainnLorraine'snWhat thing is this at my feet at my heart at my wristsnIf you know anything I'll have to insist that you explainnChains chains chainsnWhat am I if bound to walk in chains 'til I dienReaching wildly out to the sky with no particular aimnA flame and all aflamenWhat are these put my mind out to deep deep seasnI won't see the forrest I won't see the trees 'til they're gone with the flamenNames, namenWhose eyes are those ought to be careful or simply keep them closednI see them now wherever I go set to the solemn refrain:nChains, Chains, Chains