On the cliff, above the chasm On the very brink Iím clinging As I lash my horses onward with my whip and with my singing Thereís no air so I guess For every note and every breath And I sense with fear and rapture Iím near death, so near death Go more slowly, my dear horses Pay no heed to my whip I promise you, we wonít be too long But the horses, they gave me are so restless on this trip And Iíve had no time to live, no time to finish my song Come, my horses, have a drink. Drink while I sing to the end Letís stay a moment longer On the brink, on the brink...                     Whatís that sound I keep hearing And youíre shouting for my son Whatís the rush to meet dear God Can we wait for one more day Or is that just a sleigh bell Mourning me, Iíve lost control Or is that my voice screaming at the Horses to obey Go more slowly, my dear horses Otherwise you will slip I beg you, donít gallop along But the horses they gave me Are so crazy on this trip And they donít care if I live or if I finish my song Come, my horses, one more drink. Drink while I sing to the end When I stay a moment longer on the brink, And then descend
© Albert Todd + Peter Kellogg. Translation, ?
© Brian Anderson. Performance, 1998