Sweet William - Part 1 - from SWEET WILLIAM EP

I was born with this story, it's older than I
 And yet you when you hear it you'll know in the sky
 In the wind of your knowledge, In the cut of your jib
 That the fibre of wind is as new from my lip
 As was ever and more and ever will be
 'til the union we face casts us finally free
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 For we in the love of an earth-bidden dance
 Stand enthralled of that, which from heaven, perchance
 Lets us move with the gifts we were given in grace
 And smile in the arms of Sweet William's embrace
 
 William's wanderings took him abroad
 Showed him the lay of the searcher's long road
 To the place he stood now 'neath the black laden sky
 And the crook of his father had brought fortune nigh
 Read the sign where he looked, Not the bull, nor the bear
 Nor a burly red lion, or the tortoise and hare
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 For we in the love of an earth-bidden dance
 Stand enthralled of it, which from heaven, perchance
 Lets us move with the gifts we were given in grace
 And smile in the arms of Sweet William's embrace
 The end of the world was the name of the inn
 Said fair William farewell to the world and its sin
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 Its sin
 Full balmy was the winter air
 All wet with what might die
 A wishing well, the ocean bear
 A millpond in his eyes
 A glance to see from whence he came
 For William with a landlocked turn
 Vermin what he stood to lose
 The skin-shot snakes and earthy worms
 His boots trod soft inside the inn
 His greeted all was here
 Abrasive lowly nods came back
 Then bent toward their beer
 They must know I thought Willy now
 They've seen me come from miles
 The thought was struck as whisky poured
 And barmen gave all smiles
 Then followed this a curious thing
 The eldest of the host
 Sang softly where he sat and drank
 To love a worthy toast
 His song was of a stranger
 Summoned for his rope
 In all would be to set us free
 His song was strong and bold,
 It went:
 For we in the love of an earth-bidden dance
 Stand enthralled of that, which from heaven, perchance
 Lets us move with the gifts we were given in grace
 And smile in the arms of Sweet William's embrace
 I was born with this story, it's older than I
 And yet you when you hear it you'll know in the sky
 In the wind of your knowledge, In the cut of your jib
 That the fibre of wind is as new from my lip
 As was ever and more and ever will be
 'til the union we face casts us finally free