King Richard TLH - Masters Of Reality

Where are the green fields where do we lay

In glass domes and warm rooms where nobody plays

Who do you trust in a world gone insane

The light of Aladdin

The seat of Apollo

The hawk in the distance

Too far to be swallowed

Nothing to do, ho ho

Don’t believe it

Nothing to do, ho ho

Don’t believe it

My love falls before you like your dress on the ground

Where boys seek respite where girls lay it down

The pride that we ran with sleeps silently sound

The light of Aladdin

The seat of Apollo

The hawk in the distance

Too far to be swallowed

The pigeons applauding

At each new disturbance

The holiday singers are

Killed for observance

Nothing to do, ho ho

Don’t believe it

Nothing to do, ho ho

Don’t believe it

Nothing to do, ho ho

Don’t believe it

Nothing to do, ho ho

Don’t believe it