White's Ferry (Live in Australia)

Only the dirt I do believe
 As memory vanishes among the leaves
 Wizard of tickets is always glad to charge a pilgrim's fare
 Jubilee's generally early. Let's take the country air
 Mistreating granite, limestone, and clay. It's a shameful soil
 But all grows well on the floodplain tract if you can afford the toil
 Cradled in ivy, we will allow
 The moss to prosper upon our brows
 Boxer rebellion, the Holy Child. They all pay their rent
 But none together can testify to the rhythm of a road well bent
 Saddles and zip codes, passports and gates, the Jones' keep
 In August the water is trickling, in April it's furious deep
 Wizard of tickets is always glad to charge a pilgrim's fare
 Jubilee's generally early. Let's take the country air
 Mistreating granite, limestone, and clay. It's a shameful soil
 But all grows well on the floodplain tract if you can afford the toil
 Only the dirt I do believe
 Divinity vanishes among the leaves