The Heritage Bough

Greet me ice queen in spite

Of favors once sung by ravers

Reared on newsboys

Learned in hungarian by greek historians

Hearing is an art

For the lyric impaired, computer dignitaire

Post a new verse you shakespearean curse

And so the heritage bough will grow

And so the heritage bough will grow

Dont be a bear,

Decline measures put forth in ledgers

Meek by design from refineries

Unnamed for holidays

Cup a leaf in part, hoods of redwoods

Carve me among the pawns

Well meaning sorts give ears to discord

And so the heritage bough will grow

And so the heritage bough will grow

You sleep instead tonight

While wolves take the arts of displeasure

What once was fair and divine

You misplaced with the parts of

A devil who made you unfaithful

Secretly the cups of children

Hanged as wreaths,

Coined as beasts,

Row in tandem

Nicer hours,

Adorned with sour looks and poses

Keeping march,

Frame

And

Arch

We too are hunted

Harmed by swarms

But charmed by froggers

North by fours,

Pinched by thorns,

Through moors and heather

Chimney dust

Sprinkles the dutch

Disheartened sweepers

Caked with snow,

Ice it spreads,

While longing lingers

And so the heritage bough will grow

And so the heritage bough will grow