It was 1881 when my grandfather died,   And to this day I don't know why, I feel as though   I am too small for his shoes,   Yes i am   With a long beard and a slow heart, I used to hear him say   But I still have stories to tell   it never pours, rain is never gentle to a tormented soul      (oh and) he who never speaks, has a thousand voices within   “and I have you, but you have them”   Yes you do      Mercy, mercy, cries the sweat of my hands   Now they move a little faster, and they whisper to each other   It’s gonna be a big, big fall   Yes it will   Death has a funny way of sneaking up on me   That’s what i say so i can sleep   But the screams won’t go and the thunder won’t talk to me anymore      (oh and) he who never speaks, has a thousand voices within   “and I have you, but you have them”   Aiming at my heart   I will never let the wolf go   “and I have you, but you have them”   Yes you   It was 1881 when my grandfather died,