From the darkness dread, and drear.
I saw how light fled:
Stony dread!
Scarred face,
Unchained to ease.
For years I lied still to wait and see
My children
You must come
When the beads fell last night
Far from sky
Those are the crystals I cry
Align into streams.
Fresh green sprouted from mud.
(Chorus) Ms. Ivy, remind me of the direction to my Tomb.
Please bloom
I’d tell my children in their dreams,
Please run through my body and veins
They are me,
They are me.
Swing by with your wrinkled collar,
Cold and hoar;
Come pray to you ancestors
As you run through the stream
And crush the soil with your bare feet.
Ms. Ivy,
My tomb lies in thy bosom,
Please bloom
Does the sower sow by night?
Do your wishes shine midst night?
You’d run and tell the world,
There will be a glance of life
In an eroded old man.
And there will be the ivy that bloom
from my endless tomb.