Tekster: Procol Harum. Piggy Pig Pig.

Wash yourself and see your sorrow
Make every pitcher clean
Take a mop to swab the floor
And destroy the evil dream

Counting houses full of lead
The evil eye on high
The streets awash with blood and pus
The new moon's in the sky

God's aloft, the winds are raging
God's aloft, the winds are cold

After leaving I was weeping
Count it out in tolls
Watch the book, the page is turning
How the tale unfolds

Inside every cankered specter
Inside, outside find your own

God's aloft, the winds are raging
God's aloft, the winds are cold
God's aloft, the winds are raging
God's aloft, the winds are cold

God's aloft, the winds are raging
God's aloft, the winds are cold
God's aloft, the winds are rage, raging
God's aloft, the winds are cold