I was made in darkest night Of chalky ash and children's fright I do not think you know what you behold I was made of aching hurt Of fairy tales and bloody dirt I hope you do exactly as you're told Siegfried and Saint George Potter, Baggins, Beowulf Were tempered in my forge So I say to you and yours: All caught fire in the ivory tower In the marble arches In the dust and darkness And I have you on my mind Once a mighty tree was grown For you to know all that is known I hope you hear exactly what I say And by your sword a branch came down And where the blood fell to the ground It is my cradle and there I must stay And should ever you return Well I must confess my story to be true You will be burned And I hope that you have learned All caught fire in the ivory tower In the marble arches In the dust and darkness And all caught fire in the ivory tower And I have you on my mind You're on my mind You're on my mind