Lay me where the flowers grow For the palace is descending Golden fans across the land now Just one key ties everything Blackbird red, the wings that spread, winds that turn, a pretty word Bird of prey, the clothing lay, on the line, and out to dry Broken fence, and two arms length, spidersilk and sweet nonsense Just one key ties everything Sugar on her eyelids, cosmos for the veil For the palace is descending The country where she's going, someday we all shall find Lay me where the flowers grow Choose the one to follow, take them in your arms Golden fans across the land now Just one key ties everything