Lyrics

I can hear the mumbling of the lunatics Echoing down the hall I wake when the dream becomes unbearable In this asylum on the hill From my window I can see the harbor Sparrows on a withered arbor Sparrows fly like a shower of arrows On this asylum on the hill Winter came; the asylum garden went on growing The tears of lunatics made the flowers glow They grew so high til they cluttered up the sky From this asylum on the hill I can hear the night watchman whistling a happy tune Under the trees made bluе by the moon (blue by the moon) Thе snow is falling down and all is stilll In this asylum on the hill The papers say that Germany's invaded Poland There's nothing we can do but sit and pray All of our prophets here have long since been killed In this asylum on the hill From my window I can see the soldiers goose stepping by the garden walls They're flooding in now like a shower of arrows On this asylum on the hill The red geraniums appear like mythic heroes The tear-fed daffodils to arms arise All of the mangled soldiers fall like marionettes Dead among the roses on the hill From my window I can see the harbor Sparrows on a withered arbor If it's all been just a dream I'm dreaming still From this asylum on the hill