Fire in the home
He who cast the stone
Flying to and fro
Headed for the throne
Find it wider still
Castle on a hill
Spilling over
I'm your clover
Peel the petal down
Round and round
And round
Through the din grows
A vine, a vine, and a stone
A vine, a vine, and a sword
Grown and groan
And grow
The wine
The wind
And the sword