1 Samuel 15:23 - The Mountain Goats

I became a crystal healer and my ministry was to the sick

Creeping vines would send out runners and seek me in their numbers

I sold self-help tapes

Go down to the netherworld, plant grapes

And as the word spread of my powers, they would seek me far and wide

All sad faces at my window, I would welcome them inside

I sewed clothes for them, cloaks and capes

Go down to the netherworld, plant grapes

My house will be for all people who have nowhere to go

My supply of shining crystals a shield against the snow

There’s more like me where I come from so mark our shapes

Go down to the netherworld, plant grapes