Bells tollnAnd bellies rollnAs Uncle Slim grows oldnFields flownAnd fingers sownWe’re sheep unto a foldnnSweet divinationnnRed lightsnAnd blue tightsnUnder white starry nightsnThey wish I maynWish she mightnGrant this one delightnnSweet divinationnnFoolish childnYou threw menI'll crawlnBut you won't take me downnnSurely as you slew menI'll fallnBut you won't take me downn