Tin Man

Lift this sunward veil and Let me enchant this spell.  Draw out the sage and straw from the hills and send them to me.  Give me a cold wind after weary day, I'm wary of oncoming light.  Dream come up on my waking, existent only in night.  Scarecrow give me warning if I'm headed wrong.  Don't tell me to the morning of two suns in the sky.  Moon mirror my heart now radiate like a secret sun, on all the day is done. Scarecrow give me warning