Hark, The Herald Hermit Speaks

Hark, the herald hermit speaks
With words that are good and unique
For the vanquished
He says, the card you see is the thief
But the hangman just might bring relief
To your confusion
Among the sleepers, I am
Floating in my dream
The man that’s laughing drove a nail
He whipped his horse and built the jail
Wants no forgiveness
A collection of dark and loveless things
Along with rain, he will bring
Sorrow
Lost and abandoned, I am
Living in my dream
Spare the swallow
Break the rock
Cross the water when the
Ice is high
You’ve sewn your son now
Wait for the plot
Tell everybody up the line
The pale side walk flower’s a friend of mine
To give passage
And let no man burden
What the devil schemes
We must learn to live with poisonous things
Among us
So sings the nightbird when he
Lost in his dream
Spare the swallow
Break the rock
Cross the water when the
Ice is high
You’ve sewn your son now
Wait for the plot
Spare the swallow
Break the rock
Cross the water when the
Ice is high
You’ve sewn your son now
Wait for the plot