Text: Iron & Wine. A Book Unfinished.

You returned the book unfinished about a girl with raven hair

And a gentleman, her lover, who presented her a mare

Which she rode across the country, leaving him to tend the land

Which had turned to drier quarter when it met his lonely hands



No more weeds left in your garden

No more green and no more stone

No more guilty left to pardon

Only evil of your own



Blind man found a baby, and the virgin kissed a man

From the farmland proven fertile since the rain returned again

But you returned the book unfinished to your friend around the bend

Who had scribed a closing passage but you never reached the end



No more sparrows in your garden

Since you lost your telephone

No more guilty left to pardon

On your hilltop all alone