Oh, Tule, it's on account of you that I've been weeping
Here behind my hand
And it's lonesome in my heart's land as the sands of the desert
Oh, tell me, why was it always you, who, through the changes
You, who always sang and played while the green vespers rang
In the heart of the hillside
It's a sad song, we always seem to be singing to each other
You and me, sweet and slightly out of key
Like the sound of a running down calliope
Oh, Tule, now wasn't I once your knight in golden armor
With the sun behind my hair
And my music filled the air with cymbals and lightning
Oh, tell me, now can't you see I'm changing like the seasons?
My hair is growing dark
And there's no room left in the ark for the lark with a broken wing
It's a sad song, we always seem to be singing to each other
You and me, sweet and slightly out of key
Like the sound of a running down calliope
Oh, Tule, it's on account of you that I'll be leaving
'Cross the deep salt sea
Whatever wild world I may see will be empty without you
It's a sad song, we always seem to be singing to each other
And a child's voice, tender and out of tune
Does he ask if I'll be coming home soon?
Does he ask if I'll be coming home soon?