Once was heard
From the orchard of Hurd
When the world was ravening
Beat stirred our guide that starred
Our future and our past
Until these words did ring
Mmhmmmm
Gather here to sob on sorrow
And I will kill it off your crumbs
Share your tears all through the morrow
We will drop as morning comes
And the night king did croak away his crown
And the dogs did cease to bark
And the soldier did lace up and down
'side our box
They stiff and starve
Mmhmmmm
May we rise without king glory
And may we rise all without sleep
And may we rise not sick with worry
As furloughed fires
from the orchard green