No one to take heed
Just wait, for I’m too far along
My time is fleeting
In a cascade that longs
No one’s up here anymore
There’s no leaves to hide the storm
Everyone here has their hides
I never had the time to grow mine

Don’t leave man, don’t leave ma
I’m not obliged to act my best
Don’t leave man, don’t go ma
I’m not ready for your God’s test

No one here that thinks
Perhaps I’m far too low
Indulging in my stature
Yet forced into a thatcher
No one offers a coat
I must know myself by rote
I mean, I really do believe
That I’m almost sure to stay

Perhaps there’s a choice
Too high to see the way

Don’t leave man, don’t leave ma
I’m not ready to act my best
Don’t leave man, don’t leave ma
I’m not ready for God’s test

I think I’m awful cruel
To choose who I can love
I’m the greatest fool
I’ve never seen what lingers above

Someone ought to be
Farther gone than me
Perhaps they can show me
What’s yet to be seen

God ought to help
God ought to help
God ought to help
God ought to help
God ought to help
God ought to help
God ought to help
God ought to help
God ought to help
God ought to help
God ought to help
God ought to help
God ought to help
God ought to help