I picked a winter daffodil
Spied a lonesome infidel
I know I'm going out of my head

Hear the horses running free
See my love escape from me
I know I'm going out of my head
I know

See the hollow countenance
The corroded filaments
Oh, Lord, I'm going out of my head
Oh, Lord, I'm going out of my head

Pay the executioner
He's in league with Lucifer
I know I'm going out of my head