nThere we will sit by the cypress trees nBy the edge of the dark dark woodsnThere we will sing the songs that we sang when the times we lived where goodnEnough food on our table & we said our Fridays prayer nThere we will sit by the cypress trees by the edge of the dark dark woodsnnJoseph he has a story to tell the children gather roundnOf far beyond the darkest of nights & way above the cloudsn& how if you are pure enough then walls come tumbling down nJoseph he has a story to tell the children gather round nn