Do you hear that sound
Beneath the rustling autumn leaves?
You can't hear the word,
But you know just what they mean.
You've gotta tap your toes against the ground,
So all the bones can hear the sound,
To let them know below that you believe.

When you hear those spirits calling,
There ain't no use to fight.
We'll trade faces with the shadows
And change voices with the night.

Do you feal that glow behind the rottingwillow tree?
Something in there knows muchmore than you can see.
It says there's a task ahead of you,
So dawn the mask and down the brew,
And peer into the sphere of history.

Icklemuck puddlewuck, ting ling zsu.
Chulatat psilophat, mug wump chu.

When the church bell sounds
And the sky drips down, ain't nothing is a sin.
So we'll taste the ground while we dance around
Underneath each other's skin.
When the raven calls your name
And the barn owl starts her flight,
We'll trade faces with the shadows
And change voices with the night.

When you hear those spirits calling,
There ain't no wrong or right.
We'll trade faces with the shadows
And change voices with the night.