Leonard Cohen
Who by Fire
And who by fire, who by water
Who in the sunshine
And who in the night time
Who by high ordeal
Who by common trial
Who in your merry merry month of may
Who by very slow decay
And who shall I say is calling?

And who in her lonely slip
Who by barbiturate
Who in these realms of love
And who by something blunt
And who by avalanche, and who by powder
Who for his greed
And who for his hunger
And who shall I say is calling?

And who by brave assent
Who by accident
Who in solitude
And who in this mirror
Who by his lady's command
And who by his own hand
Who in mortal chains
And who in power
And who shall I say is calling?