Back to the river Aras Liar, Killer, Demon Freedom, Freedom, Free, Free Resting on the mountainside We have learned that you have no Can you feel their haunting presence? They have returned Honor, Murderer, Sodomizer Someone's blank stare deemed it

Hear the bucket hit the bottom and the rope come rolling by Piece by lonely piece the mountainside tumbles away Back down to the river bottom lined with pocket worry stones A hundred years in hand worn smooth by long grandmother nights Sitting by the