Come with the raising, Of you. Come with the raising, Of you. Come with the raising. Come with the raising. Come with the raising. Come with the raising. Two years ago in the woods, Saw a branch, Fall in the brook. I'll lead you, I'll lead you, To your throne. But it's up to my knees now, Build me up, for the breakdown. And I carried this all for you, And you know I did. And I bottled it just for you, And you know I did. Taking hold caught a rash, And I did it all for you.