Lay Of The Sunflower - Gov't Mule

I must leave you for a season

Go out logging that hardwood timber

Hardwood timber that grows so low

In the forest of Fennario

Tell me what you need to live, love

Do you ask that you might own

Keep my blue-eyed hound to guard you

I will make my way alone

I will not return in winter

If I be not back by fall

Seek me when this small sunflower

Stands above the garden wall

Fare you well and I would not weep

Bid you tend your prayers to keep

Hill by dale now I must go To the forest of Fennario

Nine-month blew with sleeted rain

And still he came not back again

Summoned she the hound to go To seek him in Fennario

He came back the fated day

To find his lady gone away

Made haste to follow in her track

Where she could go but not turn back

The blue-eyed hound at her side did bay

While fast her breath did fade away

She cried out: «Turn, my love, and go I would not you see me so»

Fare you well and I would not weep

Bid you tend your prayers to keep

Hill by dale now I must go To the forest of Fennario

I shall not turn, I shall not yield

Oh, selfsame serpent sting my heel

That bleeds my lady’s blood away

Beside the blue-eyed hound to lay

Angels sing their souls to sleep

Four winds grace their breath to keep

Up above yon garden wall

Stands the sunflower, straight and tall

Fare you well and I would not weep

Bid you tend your prayers to keep

Hill by dale now I must go To the forest of Fennario