Processional

The tide was laughing, our shade was sung
Drummed past a solstice where faeries hum
Slaved for these masters to evening’s rung
Won’t you christen me?
Come on now, christen me
To the foundings of the valley deep
Won’t you christen me
And stake your heart on mine
To places, other times
It’s a long way, it’s a long way to get back home
On trails of Eden, said trumpets blare
This yearling’s burden, a priestly air
Paid for his masters as autumn’s hare
Won’t you carry me?
Come on now, carry me
To the foundings of the deepest deep
Won’t you carry me
And place your heart on mine
For places, other times
It’s a long way, it’s a long way to get back home
Decree Osiris to a fleeing Thoth
I oaked more knowledge than you might have caught
Paid for this master, who is the dawn
Won’t you bury me
Come on now, bury me
And stake your heart on mine
To places, other times
It’s a long way, it’s a long way to get back home