E Line Blues

I am: the son of the sky You are: The air We call: And we don't reply They are: gone You call on me To say: Beware of the fly Who is: Here To steal my soul Mene: I beg ye dance with me Mene: Here Tekel: I beg ye sing the plea Parsin: Says To tame the snow Upon: The eye of the key Into: You Forever closed And now: The hour of distress Because: The cold And so: I drink of your calmness Which is: Wet As rivers are I call: Out so to bless You who: Are not You who are not