The Orchard - Fire on Fire

Once was heard from the orchard a bird

When the world was ravening

We’d stood aghast at our future and our past

Until these words did ring

Gather here to sup on sorrow

And I will carry off your crumbs

Shed your tears all through the morrow

For they will dry as morning comes

And the mad king did throw away his crown

And the dogs did cease to bark

And the soldier did lay his weapon down

Beside our bodies stiff and stark

But may we rise without vainglory

And may we rise all without spleen

And may we rise not sick with worry

As burden flies from the orchard green