richard thompson
among the gorse, among the grey
Once there was a son Among the gorse, among the grey And wondrous dreams he spun Among the gorse, among the grey And he chased the clouds and He kissed the wind Barefoot and bloody at the knee It is, he said, As if the world were made for me  And the elders gathered round Among the gorse, among the grey And they staked him to the ground Among the gorse, among the grey And they sucked the joy From his beating heart Washed his eyes with rue Now come, they said, Come to the world we made for you