Lyrics

I can see that smiling bag full of green boys young and tall The sons of men make guns out of sticks that fall I will be powerless I'll be a worm that tills the ground Before I laugh again before I listen to that sound And will you beat our drum cause God is on our side? Will you be my son? Because all of mine have died On this cold, unholy night I've cleansed my heathen ties Forgotten what I was Forgotten why I cried A mother warms her chest with the flags of all mankind She is waiting for peace she is waiting for children to be born While Jesus wrecks his mind with whisky and Cain's revenge But the trees are all calling The fields are rejoicing for our return Cormac McCartney waves a flag of flapping skin To hide his darkest fears and find a way back home The green knight says to him in my advancing years I know they'll be an end to all these palindromes Ideas they inspire A perfect vision And a secret fire I say it's a new way!