A god descended one day Into the halls of Hay What rank it came from I do not know It was made of tears and clay
It went about quite naked Aroused and slightly dazed The ears where large and shiny The eyes a dreaming haze
In the houses of morning I rise with the sun I’m wearing a crown For the glittery one I’m goint to live Where the wild flowers weep I’ll marry the boy Where the old willow sleep
What called you here Cried one child We need no thing from you It’s the emperors new clothes in disguise: Filthy, pale and blue
In the houses of morning I rise with the sun I’m wearing a crown For the glittery one I’m goint to live Where the wild flowers weep I’ll marry the boy Where the old willow sleep