"Of Sorry Eyes In March" lyrics

Destiny marks your life
With a knowing finger
The act of desire has walked on by

An ancient sorrow
It is just your tears left to eat

Flies lie dying on your sorry lips
And on young love's broken wings
And the stone that lets you drown
You are not worth stopping for

The Earth
With all its blessing
And the endless fathoms of night

Lay a raft of gold for you
My field here
Is where we end