Once I saw a severed head of gold
While walking through West Yorkshire
It spoke a thousand tongues to dust
About what I'd be doing 'ere after
As I walked through Mytholmroyd
Along the cairn covered pasture
Saluting cauliflowered clouds
A message fresh sent from my master
I etched my name on Otley Rock
Along with my desires
They rose like fires in the sun
A bold starry system of fire
My mouth rang out from Otley Rock
With every available answer
Give my words to the atmosphere
But bury my body in Yorkshire

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN