All the riders on the rise
(All the riders on the rise)
Circlers from every side.
(Circlers from every side)
All the riders on the rise
(All the riders on the rise)
Circlers from every side
(Circlers from every side)

Eyes up!
Light floods around
In a yellow shadow after night
Comes down in a ground where fallin'
A dull dumb swipe.
And all's white.
Fire painting on the pines
(Hawk's above the timberline)
Water weeping from the ice
(Water weeping from the ice)
Fire painting on the pines
Fire painting on the pines
(Hawk's above the timberline)
Water weeping from the ice
(Water weeping from the ice)

Heat is lost.
Winter rocks into a lonely boxwood grove.
And quiet snowfall smothers all of the lawns
Where the ladies coughed and cried,
"I don't want to be there when it's time!"

The dying stag is on his side.
(The hunters hiding, up on high)
The wind is beating through the briars
(The wind is beating through the briars)
The dying stag is on his side.
(Hunters hiding, up on high.
The wind is beating through the briars
(The wind is beating through the briars)

Waves on the graves of the saints.
Dull grey as the sea pushes land away.
Dull ache when you wake.
Grey smoke shows the way you walk
Down by when it's time.

I don't want to be there
When it's time to go
Down, down, I don't want to go
Down there alone.
Down, down, I don't want to go
Down there alone.

Down down down down
Down down down down
Down down
Down down
Down down
Down down
Down
Down
Ooooh
Down
Down
Ooooh. Writer/s: WILL SHEFF
Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Hipgnosis Songs Group
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