Thus Always to Tyrants

Let me die, let me drown, lay my bones in the ground
 I will still come around when the time for sleep is through
 Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale
 Do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you
 Every tomb, every sea, spit the bones from your teeth
 Let the ransomed be free as the revel meets the day
 Let the valleys awake, let them rattle and shake
 In the wind that remakes all that time has worn away
 To and fro, I will not follow
 Where you go, I will not also
 I will look for you as the sun rises higher
 When the dry bones dance with the timbrel and lyre
 There's a wind alive in the valley
 It will fill your lungs, if you'll have it
 Where I go, will you still follow?
 Will you leave your shaded hollow?
 Will you greet the daylight looming,
 Learn to love without consuming?