richard thompson
saboteur
The song of wheels is in my head and mutiny in my hands The song of wheels is in my head and mutiny in my hands I'll go down to the dark place and kill it where it stands Be still, be still My body sings the mill-song but my hammer takes its choice My body sings the mill-song but my hammer takes its choice Oh, joy of peace descend upon me as I stop its voice Be still, be still Beauty takes my breath, I see the shining of the steel The hand of man steered by God to make the wondrous mill Piston, pulley, shaft and spindle, every spool and reel And I can't raise my arm to throw my hammer in the wheel Rules me still, rules me still, rules me still