On the cliff, above the chasm On the very brink I’m clinging As I lash my horses onward with my whip and with my singing There’s no air so I guess For every note and every breath And I sense with fear and rapture I’m near death, so near death Go more slowly, my dear horses Pay no heed to my whip I promise you, we won’t be too long But the horses, they gave me are so restless on this trip And I’ve had no time to live, no time to finish my song Come, my horses, have a drink. Drink while I sing to the end Let’s stay a moment longer On the brink, on the brink...                     What’s that sound I keep hearing And you’re shouting for my son What’s the rush to meet dear God Can we wait for one more day Or is that just a sleigh bell Mourning me, I’ve 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, don’t gallop along But the horses they gave me Are so crazy on this trip And they don’t 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