Come with the raising,

Of you.

Two years ago in the woods,

Saw a branch,

Fall in the brook.



I'll lead you, i'll lead you,

To your throne.



But it's up to my knees now,

Build me up, for the breakdown.



And i carried this all for you,

And you know i did.

And i bottled it just for you,

And you know i did.

Taking hold caught a rash,

And i did it all for you.