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