This chord, this water

This son, this daughter

This day, this time

This land, it's all mine

This calling bell, this forge bell

This dark bell, this, the knife bell

This calling, this burden

This falling, the world's turning

(This) What I thought I knew

(This) What I thought was true

(This) I understood

(This) In the deep wood

(This) Ah, there I stood, a child so fair

(This) On a certain square

(This) Down the dirty stairs

(This) To see the table set

(This) With golden chairs

(This) Ah, to follow, follow, follow, follow there

This race and this world

This feeling and this girl

This revolver, this fire

This, I'll hold it up higher, higher, high