windy hill lyrics so far

In Martha's Vineyard there is no sound
Two-hundred years ago
But there is music
There are ___


In western gardens west lies an old canoe of fiberglass
Under the jawbones of a whale propped up against the garden rail
And through their pointed archway can be seen volcanic hills

Can you feel the food stamps of your f
Underground I would go inside
Do you remember a burden of
Caterpillar dimmed on the hill
Earth tones reverberate elaborate windy gate