Oh Tule, it's on account of you that I've been weeping Here behind my hand It's lonesome in my heart's land, as the sands of the desert Oh, tell me, why was it always you, who, through the changes You, who always sang and played while the green vespers rang In the heart of the hillside It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other You and me, sweet and slightly out of key Like the sound of a running down calliope Oh Tule, it's once I was your knight in golden armor With the sun behind my hair My music filled the air with symbols and lightning Oh Tule, now can't you see I'm changing like the seasons? My hair is growing dark And there's no room left in the ark for a lark with a broken wing It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other And a child's voice, so tender and out of tune Keeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon Oh Tule, it's on account of you that I'll be leaving 'Cross the deep salt sea Whatever wild worlds I may see, will be empty without you It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other And a child's voice, so tender and out of tune Keeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon