To The Tune;A Sprig Of Blossom
I wrote this for fun when drunk.
a thousand hands held hi gh to heaven
swept along wi th a torrent of shouts
a gold seal hang ing from my belt
b ig as a ladle
our ri ders came in swarms w ith bows and swords
I commanded them to qui ckly cover front and rear
we tir ed all ki nds of subterfuge
li ke chi ldren fi ghti ng i n the grass
determ ined to prevai l
futi li ty!
forget the furrow in my brow
wi th ha r turned whi te
It's useless to look back
I dle now
I pass the ti me of day
w ith mountai n fri ends
see those sheep and cattle on the hi llsi de,
who could sort the smart from stup id?
I've taken to tend ing plants and w illows
dread ing vi si tors
tell them I'm drunk th is morn ing
a thousand hands held hi gh to heaven
swept along wi th a torrent of shouts
a gold seal hang ing from my belt
b ig as a ladle
our ri ders came in swarms w ith bows and swords
I commanded them to qui ckly cover front and rear
we tir ed all ki nds of subterfuge
li ke chi ldren fi ghti ng i n the grass
determ ined to prevai l
futi li ty!
forget the furrow in my brow
wi th ha r turned whi te
It's useless to look back
I dle now
I pass the ti me of day
w ith mountai n fri ends
see those sheep and cattle on the hi llsi de,
who could sort the smart from stup id?
I've taken to tend ing plants and w illows
dread ing vi si tors
tell them I'm drunk th is morn ing
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