T'was a man of youthful features T'was a boy of sorrowful eyes Watching out by looking inward Tall and stately and full of life
In his life, he spoke but rarely In his mind he cried for light Painting perceptions trying to capture That which he saw in his questioning strife
Once in Lisbon, twice in London Travelling around for all of his time Looking for and finding a goddess He took Diana to be his wife
Of the children, they'd begotten Two had died without knowing life And the third I know not whereof But if she lives, she will yet be kind
Casey had a mark of simple value He had a star between his eyes In his hands he held an axe blade The Greek symbol of thunder and fire
On a night when the heavens were crying He went out and took his blade Chopping wood to warm his heartside The lightning came and my brother died
Bring him no wine from faraway vineyards Tell him no tales of the canyon's might But wish him peace and eternal wisdom For he has died and he died by light
In his life, he spoke but rarely In his mind he cried for light Painting perceptions trying to capture That which he saw in his questioning strife
Once in Lisbon, twice in London Travelling around for all of his time Looking for and finding a goddess He took Diana to be his wife
Of the children, they'd begotten Two had died without knowing life And the third I know not whereof But if she lives, she will yet be kind
Casey had a mark of simple value He had a star between his eyes In his hands he held an axe blade The Greek symbol of thunder and fire
On a night when the heavens were crying He went out and took his blade Chopping wood to warm his heartside The lightning came and my brother died
Bring him no wine from faraway vineyards Tell him no tales of the canyon's might But wish him peace and eternal wisdom For he has died and he died by light