PointsOfCompass

East
One year I ran and ran and ran In the __east__ and the south and the north and the west And it's only when I finally came to rest Did I realise I had no legs

Unyoked Oxen Turn, //Spoils//

The dagger of the west will never linger long In the scabbard of the __east__ That gazelle will bolt and run like hell From any entombed eden

The Hallucinator and the King of the Silver Ship of Time, //The Wyrd Meme//

North
Waxwing, waxwing, what do you bring From the frozen __North__? Waxwing, waxwing, we've been waiting on you.

I bring the amber that I have gathered On the __northern__ seashore. For the hatchlings I have fathered for thee.

Waxwing, //The Amber Gatherers//

As I roved out one Shrovetide Eve Among the bramble and the cloudberry It's then I heard a melody A-blowing over the __Northern__ Sea: The song of the old men of the shells

The Old Men of the Shells, //The Amber Gatherers//

One year I ran and ran and ran In the east and the south and the __north__ and the west And it's only when I finally came to rest Did I realise I had no legs ... Then in a city in the __north__ I came to the foot of the High-Low Stair

Unyoked Oxen Turn, //Spoils//

I've been to the __north__ and I've been to the south I've sailed the world around I know the poles are doomed to shift I know that some day soon they'll flip And when they do I'll reboard ship Go back the way I came

The Hallucinator and the King of the Silver Ship of Time, //The Wyrd Meme//

It is my sorrow sorest Woe the falling forest The __north__ wind brings me no rest And death is in the sky

The Laverock in the Blackthorn. unreleased

South
One year I ran and ran and ran In the east and the __south__ and the north and the west And it's only when I finally came to rest Did I realise I had no legs

Unyoked Oxen Turn, //Spoils//

I've been to the north and I've been to the __south__ I've sailed the world around I know the poles are doomed to shift I know that some day soon they'll flip And when they do I'll reboard ship Go back the way I came

The Hallucinator and the King of the Silver Ship of Time, //The Wyrd Meme//

West
One year I ran and ran and ran In the east and the south and the north and the __west__ And it's only when I finally came to rest Did I realise I had no legs

Unyoked Oxen Turn, //Spoils//

The dagger of the __west__ will never linger long In the scabbard of the east That gazelle will bolt and run like hell From any entombed eden

The Hallucinator and the King of the Silver Ship of Time, The Wyrd Meme

Well, I asked the sun, ever __westward__ heading Fair flower aspect, come cast your craft Come bring some love to a chemical wedding And the answer came, as shield to shaft ... The sun's in the __west__, and all are reborn And all will have rest in the webs of the norm

What Cares the Crow for the Plaint of Lapwing? unreleased