Keep me onnHold me on the narrow waynAnd the stingnOf the nettle's barb, allay nKeep a hedgen'Round me 'til the other sidenDeep and widennA certain feelingnIt is familiarnDeep and widenAnd the figurines nThat we make are madenWith heavy, heavy hands and heartsnnHere are alsonShining paths nWe walk along the sides of themnIn the grey grassnWe are brought lownOur hoods are peeled back again