From the recording Cradle of Light


Unchiseled headstones laid beneath the pines
Unknown departed, but I see which one's mine
The time's upon us that was long foretold
The rain is falling, and the wind blows cold
I gained perspective perched upon this hill
Lie down beside me, reckon someday you will
Go down, old Hannah, don't you rise no more
You keep on sleeping till judgment day's for sure
You think I'm sleeping in an unmarked grave
Hidden inscription; Jesus knows my name