I saw you kiss sweet William
In a forest of red leaves
The rain ran cold against my neck
The wind lay down to sleep

I walked all night in stillness
And I walked all day as well
I walked across the desert plains
And through the jagged hills

I slept inside the north wind
In a coracle at sea
And in the deepest darkest woods
My dreams sang songs to me

I dreamed I killed sweet William
And I kissed his cold white brow
I washed his body in the lake
And I sewed his eyelids down

Sing a song of sixpence
Battles in the past tense
Picked out by the snow

If I should find sweet William
Lying pale beneath the snow
I´ll row out to the deepest depths
And let sweet William go

I´ll watch him sink beneath the flood
And back to where he came
And pray to God and death and blood
I might forget his name