[Verse 1]
We'll try once more, the idle child
Will linger on, itching Ekbom's smile

[Verse 2]
A ringing gong, a wild style
Beauteous, a perfect child

[Verse 3]
The human hand will till the land
And part debris of old city, yeah

[Verse 4]
We're planting seed of long gone breed
On battered shore, on forest floor, yeah

[Instrumental]