An ox did once tell me a tale
and I listen to his voice unveil,
An ox did once tell me a tale.
It starts with hooves and ends in May,
I dare not, a word I dare not say,
It starts with hooves and ends in May.
It speaks of mountains old and new,
Of such grandeur I did not knew,
It speaks of mountains old and new.
He sits atop a sailing stone,
And moves without moving a bone,
He sits atop a sailing stone.
An ox that moves by standing still,
It’s so massive, no wolf dares ****
an ox that moves by standing still.
The stone is cold and shrinks away,
It does not sail in light of day,
The stone is cold and shrinks away.
Under the moon a stone shall dance,
And one could tell with just a glance,
Under the moon a stone shall dance.
It melts away under the sun,
And when the night is done
it melts under the sun.
He tells a story of his crime
I listen to his voice, sublime.
He tells the story of his crime.
The ox was young and fell in love,
He did at first see stars above.
The ox was young and fell in love.
A lady red, of skin pale-white,
The ox with love he couldn’t fight!
A lady red, of skin pale-white.
She came to him and whispered loud
Of how her dream would make her proud,
She came to him and whispered.
He told his story to a point
He would not let me go beyond
He told his story to the point.
I listened close and said right back,
“I know your pain, I lived it too”,
I listened close and said right back.
“I knew a lady, pale and red
And I did take her to my bed,
The lonely lady, pale and red.
She looked at me with deep-blue eyes
And I thought I found paradise,
I lost myself in deep-blue eyes.
She came to me and whispered high
That now we have to say goodbye…
She came to me and whispered high.”
And so the ox told me a tale
As I looked in a mirror, pale.
And so the ox was told a tale.
