For you knew the ...face, the ...face before us
I was guarding crystal, crystal creek
Oh a tree, it's a record, a home of memories
And every bird springs from an old master's canvas, 
Full and ...
And a pond I go to, sparkles in a ...that's too wary
And those men say nothing, staring drunk in through their sights
They wanna ... it's gods to plunder
Had to show the world that he was not a true hunter
There was me, when he saw me make it
He was interrupting, something sacred
I was guarding crystal, crystal creek.