Under the tree's shade
At the edge of the wood
The shadow of a shape
Had me frozen where I stood
The axe is already lying by
The roots of the tree
How many of you know what
I mean when I say, "I'm
Not going to be the one
To pick it up and swing"
What Needs Must Be
What Needs Must Be
Raise the sails
Raise the sails
The golden cloud
The golden cloud
Indian bones
Indian bones
Lady
Down Here
I Love You Too
Down Here
Heaven
Either Way
At The Edge Of The Wood
The Narrows
The Narrows
At The Edge Of The Wood
Let It All Pass
Let It All Pass