In the year what abides
Beyond the orange rind
Appeared in four breaths
There still is one thing left
Jenny, you know it's alright if you carry on
Jenny, you glow in the light of the seventh dawn
Past dark in the yard
With cannonballs on the car
There's no holiday
No more needles in the hay
Jenny, it's black on your back with your music on
Jenny, it's black don't go back the year is gone