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 I was born with this story, it's older than I

 And yet you when you hear it you'll know in the sky

 In the wind of your knowledge, In the cut of your jib

 That the fibre of wind is as new from my lip

 As was ever and more and ever will be

 'til the union we face casts us finally free

 For we in the love of an earth-bidden dance

 Stand enthralled of that, which from heaven, perchance

 Lets us move with the gifts we were given in grace

 And smile in the arms of Sweet William's embrace

William's wanderings took him abroad

Showed him the lay of the searcher's long road

To the place he stood now 'neath the black laden sky

And the crook of his father had brought fortune nigh

Read the sign where he looked, Not the bull, nor the bear

Nor a burly red lion, or the tortoise and hare

For we in the love of an earth-bidden dance

Stand enthralled of it, which from heaven, perchance

Lets us move with the gifts we were given in grace

And smile in the arms of Sweet William's embrace

 The end of the world was the name of the inn

 Said fair William farewell to the world and its sin

 Its sin

 Full balmy was the winter air

 All wet with what might die

 A wishing well, the ocean bear

 A millpond in his eyes

 A glance to see from whence he came

 For William with a landlocked turn

 Vermin what he stood to lose

 The skin-shot snakes and earthy worms

His boots trod soft inside the inn

His greeted all was here

Abrasive lowly nods came back

Then bent toward their beer

They must know I thought Willy now

They've seen me come from miles

The thought was struck as whisky poured

And barmen gave all smiles

 Then followed this a curious thing

 The eldest of the host

 Sang softly where he sat and drank

 To love a worthy toast

 His song was of a stranger

 Summoned for his rope

 In all would be to set us free

 His song was strong and bold,

It went:

For we in the love of an earth-bidden dance

Stand enthralled of that, which from heaven, perchance

Lets us move with the gifts we were given in grace

And smile in the arms of Sweet William's embrace

I was born with this story, it's older than I

And yet you when you hear it you'll know in the sky

In the wind of your knowledge, In the cut of your jib

That the fibre of wind is as new from my lip

As was ever and more and ever will be

'til the union we face casts us finally free