Mama I'm a fool for all ive done Left her body At the dawning Of the cairn and carried on And papa Know that we can't tarry long Show no folly In the stalling Of the ferryman, charon And oh-- I know not what I'm for But my face by the fireside warms Alone in what I've known But my faith in the firelight grows And a face by the fireside shows Mama Ill find my arbiter alone In waters seething, Timber teeming, Not the leaves of ancient tomes And papa Ill write my likeness in the stones But never cheating Something fleeting As every one of them erodes And oh-- I know not what I'm for But my face by the fireside warms Alone in what I've known But my faith in the firelight grows As i gaze on the mother of crows