This chord

This water

This son

This daughter

This day

This time

This land

It's all mine



This Calling Bell

This Forge Bell

This Dark Bell

This The Knife Bell

This calling

This burden

This falling

The world's turning



This What I thought I knew

This What I thought was true

This I understood

This In the deep wood

This Ah there I stood a child so fair

This On a certain square

This Down the dirty stairs

This To see the table set

This With golden chairs

This Ah to follow, follow, follow, follow there



This race

And this world

This feeling

And this girl

This revolver

This fire

This I'll hold it up higher, higher, high