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Faery Lands Forlorn

(Heaven's Not High)

In Faery Lands Forlorn
A nightingale grieves the morn
The ache of day on its wings
(Assault of ordinary things)
The darkling magic resolves
Into a dew which recalls
The maudlin song that bird sings
A requiem freshly born
Each day in Faery Lands Forlorn

In Faery Lands Forlorn
A little boy blows his horn
One note for each callous ray
That melts the melodies away
Should he hide should he run
Or lie like fodder to sun
Nowhere to hunt or to pray
His navy fleece yet unshorn
A freak in Faery Lands Forlorn

In Faery Lands Forlorn
Sovereign cruelty's adorned
The Emperor is a clown
In ashes all falling down
The Fool mismeasures his reign
And rules by legerdemain
His loyal subjects are found
In shade of alien corn
The spoils of Faery Lands Forlorn

In Faery Lands Forlorn
You'll put on a uniform
Once you join our brigade
You'll take your place in the parade
But when the joke is revealed
And you're a spoke in the wheel
There's no more serenade
Only a soldiery scorned
Lockstep in Faery Lands Forlorn
Fled is that music outworn
Asleep in Faery Lands Forlorn