Hang on if you're not done A sycamore tree A sycamore tree Call and the scarecrow comes A sycamore tree As sick as can be After the sun has gone A sycamore tree As sick as can be Third day's the unsettling one A sycamore tree A trick and a treat Turn the screw I needed you to heal The heathen morning Hazel blonde Climbed to the top of the ever growing tower There she told me The secret of the Nameless lives She had written The stone dance through The gates of time Where the leaves will Chime for the missing "Have you news of my boy Jack?" "Not this tide." "When d'you think that he'll come back?" "Not this tide." "Has any one else had word of him?" "Not this tide." "When d'you think that he'll come back?" "Not this tide." Lay down here, now Rest your head The day has passed now Sleep beneath our memories "Has any one else had word of him?" "Not this tide."