There's an old man and his little worm cubs
There's an old man hitting in the silence
With his little worm cubs
Shh

Where's the little one?
Carrying old dreams in a bag full of dirt
Fearing the old man as she blows the dust

Seven times forward, seven times back
Seven times forward, seven times back
Where's the little one?

Clouds turns red across the sky
Her whispers blows moon in the eye
Seven times forward, seven times back
Where's the little one with scarlet eyes?

Carrying old dreams in a bag full of dirt