Well, the heifer at the scab just beat on the soulWell, the heifer at the scab just beat on the soul
The state of the soul is like a lonely tree in a storm among the rocksThe state of the soul is like a lonely tree in a storm among the rocks
The umbrella is burning, as the soul is burning in anticipation of the princeThe umbrella is burning, as the soul is burning in anticipation of the prince