Hey all you poets
All those who won’t show it
Give me words to sing
Hey all you ramblers
All those who don’t feel love
Where do we begin
Give me a reason
In this shivering season
When the storm
Is blowing low
Like black birds in the willow
Like dreams under my pillow
Hey all you soldiers
All those who feel hopeless
The world is overcome
Hey all you listeners
My brothers my sisters
I ring the bells for you
Like black birds in the willow
Like dreams under my pillow