I didn't want to burn like this, so close to the bone No muscle left to carry it, this black bag of stones It's a black bag The august heat, the autumn rain, and winter's face of blue The seasons keep their spinnin up but there's no sign of you There is no sign And so i walk this verdant mile Of memory with you The gentle arms of eden And the mountain get me through Richard says the whippoorwill taught him how to go I tell him death is just a dream but i don't really know It's everything and nothing when the spirit cracks the sky But flowers fold and go to seed and no one questions why Nobody And so i walk this verdant mile ... I miss you like i love the sound of blackbirds in the trees I sit alone and wish that either one of you would visit me But no matter how much seed i hang, what prayer i call out I cannot bring that bird in from the field or make an angel come around And so i walk this verdant mile ...