The Iron Shoes

Seven long years I looked for you. I wore seven pairs of iron shoes. I ate seven loaf of iron bread. I climbed seven iron mountains Until I reached this shore. I climbed seven iron mountains Until I reached this shore. Here it's Always summer. Here the grass is soft underfoot. Peaches fall, sweet and ripe, Right into our outstretched hands. We lie at night on sheets Etched with hate. Why is it I cannot sleep? I lie on the royal pillows. The wind of your breath rises and falls. A sliver of moon travels over the Hills. And I wait for sleep to come. And I wait for sleep to come, to Come. When I dream, I hunt the drove of Horns. I follow a trail of purpose and Will. My legs are strong, and you, My dear, I just know, You're on a distant horizon. I know iron. I know its weight, its taste. The rise and fall of black, Black hills. Seven long years I looked for you. Now I'm lost in this gentle green land. Seven long years I looked for you. Now I'm lost In this gentle green land. Now I'm lost In this gentle green land. Now I'm Lost In this gentle green land. Now I'm lost in this gentle green in this Gentle green land. In this gentle Green land